“Get the pistol,” he managed.
As Minerva dove to retrieve the weapon, Colin tightened his legs about the highwayman’s neck.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, his voice strained with effort. “You’re thinking that she’s just an innocent miss with spectacles. That she can’t possibly know how to fire that weapon. But you’re wrong. She’s had training.” He raised his voice. “Min, show him. Shoot that birch tree over there.”
“I’m not firing at a tree! I’d waste my shot, and I haven’t more powder. Then what help would I be? Really, Colin.”
“See?” Colin said to the suffocating man. “She knows what she’s doing.” He released the robber with one final half-strength kick to the jaw. “No sudden moves.”
Minerva focused her gaze and held the pistol steady. “Do I shoot him?”
“No. No, there’s a knife in my right boot. Fetch it, kindly.”
Keeping the pistol trained on the robber at all times, she moved sideways until she could reach the boot. She found the knife with one hand and fumbled it open, wielding it like a dagger.
“All right,” she said, glaring down at the highwayman. “So where do I stab him?”
Stab him? Colin stared up at her, amazed.
— from A Week to Be Wicked (Spindle Cove #2) by Tessa Dare
I love, love, love bespectacled Minerva, and Colin, who knows not to underestimate her. The whole Spindle Cove series is such a delight.