Ashton Lennox sat in a chair at Berkley's club, an abandoned glass of brandy hanging precariously from his hand. His thoughts were miles away. He'd done his best to seek out the man he knew as Kilkenny, who Ashton was convinced was one of Hugo's spies, but the man hadn't shown.Ashton had stalked the man like a master hunter would a prize buck for the last month, biding his time and convincing him to at least talk. But it had all led to nothing. Then word arrived of a carriage accident just a block away from the ball that night, and he had quickly deduced what had happened. He'd been played again, chasing phantoms in the dark, just as Hugo no doubt wished him to."There is something I'm not seeing. Some piece of a puzzle, a move upon the chessboard that I missed."He had agents of his own following Hugo and his agents. Spies spying on spies. He had learned much about Hugo and the way he schemed, but there were things that did not add up. He finally understood Hugo's hatred for Charl
London, September 1819Jane stood anxiously in the parlor, watching the clock on the mantel. A footman had brought tea in, and she kept wanting to pour herself a cup to calm her nerves. It had been so long since she'd seen her son. At last, her letters to him had finally received an answer. He was coming here to speak with her, to reconcile after his father's death all those years ago.The door to the parlor opened, and her butler escorted her son inside. Her heart leapt at the sight. He'd grown tall and handsome, like his father. But unlike Guy, he had her dark eyes and dark hair, which had pleased her husband Baltus since he'd been dark as well. Still, it hadn't erased the pain in her marriage, knowing that she'd come into her union with Baltus while carrying the child of first love."Hugo," Jane breathed, her lips trembling as she held out her hands. He approached her a little stiffly, but he took her hands in his as they sat down on the settee beside each other."Tea?" she offe
"Tell me the truth now." Violet Humphrey stared at Charles with a sharp gaze honed by years of raising rogues for children."Truth? I have no idea what you're talking about." Charles hedged as best he could, but he knew he wouldn't win any argument his mother began."There's a woman." Violet sat perched on a settee with Charles's little sister, Ella, beside her. Ella had a book open in her lap but had not turned a page since this parental inquisition began. Her blonde hair, so much like his, framed her face as she peered blankly at her pages. She was pretty, of course, with eyes more blue than gray, like their mother's, but her features were a more feminine version of their father's. She was small and delicate, but fiercely intelligent and kindhearted."There are plenty of women. YouEllathe cook" Teasing his mother was a favorite hobby of his. Some men collected butterflies and insects; Charles searched for new ways to provoke his mother."Plenty of women? Oh!" She snapped her fan
Lily held her breath as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was in her guest bedchamber at the Essex house and was unable to deny she felt like a princess from one of the fairy tales she read to Katherine. The dark-rose gown she had put on was, in a word, stunning. It didn't try to hide her height, nor did it overly embellish her more gentle curves. Rather, it brought out the beauty of her willowy figure.The dress was designed with gold bands of embroidered patterns along the sleeves and the hem. The neckline was deep and square cut, and Lily blushed as she reached up to touch her collarbone.How long had it been since she'd played the lady? Too long. There were nights she'd escaped Charles's employment as Tom and had been able to venture to Vauxhall, even Gunter's for flavored ices, or to Bond Street for shopping. And then there had been those times Hugo had had need of her skills in a more feminine guise. But tonight she was to be out in society and would have a genuin
Hugo sat in his private box, his wife, Melanie, beside him. But as the opera began his gaze was not on the stage. Rather, it was on the balcony across from them. Charles, his mother, and his sister were all in the Lonsdale box, but when Hugo recognized the fourth among them he smiled. His little spy was in place, playing her part as the lovely widow. Word was already spreading among the ton that Charles soon would propose. No one had ever seen him so besotted before. Perfect.He rose from his seat."Hugo? Where you going?" Melanie demanded in a harsh whisper."Apologies. I have business to attend to. I shall return shortly." He slipped out of his seat and into the corridor, waving down a serving boy."Yes, sir?" the boy asked."Do you have pen and paper?" Sometimes the boys came prepared with such items to help the opera patrons pass notes to one another."Yes, sir." The boy provided him with pen, paper, and a small polished board to write upon. Hugo scrawled a note to Lily, fold
Charles couldn't look at Lily after he helped her out of the coach, so he turned his focus on their destination. They faced a lovely townhouse with dead ivy crawling up the walls. He rapped the knocker, and a tall, muscular middle-aged butler met them at the door."Lord Lonsdale to see Lord Darlington.""Is there a message to take to Lord Darlington?" the butler asked."Tell him, Cam."They were allowed inside and waited in the entryway while the butler went upstairs. Charles kept himself at attention, still trying not to look at Lily. A few minutes later, the butler returned."I'm to show you to the library. His lordship will be down as soon as he is dressed. He also told me to deliver these." He held a handful of letters, addressed to all of the League members."Yes, that's correct.""I'll have my quickest lads deliver them at once."Charles and Lily were shown into the library. Charles found himself torn between wanting to speak to her and wanting to be as far away as possib
Lily fidgeted during the entire coach ride back to Godric's townhouse. She had learned to steel her nerves in the most dangerous of situations, and yet those same nerves fluttered wildly whenever Charles glanced her way.Did he truly mean to marry her? After what she had done? It was madness. He wouldn'twould he?When the coach stopped, he helped her down, his hands gripping her waist the same way he had when they'd gone to the opera. Like everything was normal. How she wished that were true. She fought off a shiver, longing to burrow into his warmth.Godric was waiting for them in the drawing room, as was Emily. When she saw Emily's face, she knew Godric had found some safe way of explaining the deception to her. Lily expected any number of furious reactions. Instead, Emily came up to her and embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear."You are far braver than I even knew. Godric and I shall protect you and Kat with our lives."Lily began to protest, but Emily placed a finger
Charles slipped out of bed in the early morning. After donning his clothes, he crept to the nursery. Katherine was awake and being tended to by Emily's nurse.The nurse curtseyed. "Good morning, my lord."Kat ran toward him, and he caught her up in his arms. "Unca Charles!""I'll be your papa soon. Would you like that?"She studied him, then laid one tiny hand on his jaw and nodded. "Papa Charles?""That's right." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her close, his heart fit to burst as she curled her arms around his neck, hugging him back."I have to go downstairs now, but you stay here and play with your nurse, all right?"The nurse's eyes lit up as she smiled. "What a lucky child you are, Katherine, to have such a wonderful papa soon." She led Katherine back to her pile of toys by the fire as Charles took his leave.He paused in the doorway, watching his daughter-to-be. It didn't matter that she was Hugo's by birth; she would belong to Charles in every way that mattere