Brethen 03 - Temptation & Twilight
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“Yes, of course. Very unnerving to discover what happened this morning, and on our own doorstep. Poor Anastasia, I hope she’s at peace and did not suffer much.”
“You seem to be bearing up rather well, considering the circumstances.”
Lizzy shrugged. She was hiding it well, she supposed.
But it was rather unnerving to be blind. How would she tell if anything was out of place? How would she know if an intruder had gained entrance into her home, or loomed over her while she was asleep, with a knife pressed to her throat?
“Lizzy, what is really on your mind?” Frowning, she tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. “She was helping you, wasn’t she—with this Guardian business? You allowed Anastasia to assist you.”
“I didn’t ask her to, Lizzy,” Adrian said softly. “She wanted to and would brook no refusal. She informed me that she had a direct entrance into the club, that her lover knew Orpheus. I agreed to it because it’s been the closest we’ve gotten to him, except for Alynwick’s—” Her brother coughed, stopping midsentence.
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“Alynwick’s what?” she demanded.
“He has, er, a connection to someone who frequents the club.”
“Some notorious tart, I’d wager,” Lizzy said haughtily, but the bitterness in her voice betrayed her true feelings.
Damn Iain for making her still feel anything for him. “It must be Lady Larabie, then.”
“What? How can you know of that?”
“Oh, come, brother, I am blind, not stupid or hard of hearing. I heard the gossip about him and the newly wed Lady Larabie. I also learned there was to be a duel.
From the sounds of him this morning, he must have escaped it unscathed.”
“Lizzy.”
“No matter. Alynwick’s life and what debauchery he makes of it is none of my concern. What do I care if he is killed for his adulterous deeds? Good riddance, I would say. The scroll he keeps as part of the Guardians’ treasure could easily be given to you or Black, and instead of three Brethren there could be two perfectly capable souls.”
“What is it with you two? If it isn’t him demanding that I keep you out of matters, it’s you voicing your distaste for the fellow. What happened to make you notice one another, when you have never bothered with each other before now?”
Elizabeth felt herself stiffen. Adrian was coming too close to the truth.
“Alynwick said I was to stay out of Brethren business.
In fact he demanded it. I won’t have it, Adrian. Who is he to demand anything of me?”
There, she’d said it, the real reason for her visit. Heaving a sigh, she waited for her brother’s answer.
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come personal, and whoever this Orpheus is, he knows of Lucy and my feelings for her. I’m distracted, Lizzy, and I can’t be worrying over both you and Lucy. Seeing Anastasia this morning… Well, I couldn’t survive if it were you or Lucy.”
“I’m not an invalid, Adrian, to be coddled and cos-seted.”
“I didn’t say you were, and I’m not treating you as one.”
“He is.”
“He, who?” Elizabeth could hear annoyance in her brother’s voice.
“Alynwick.”
“Well, he is being a royal pain, what with the scene he created last night.”
She didn’t want to think of last night and how he had humiliated her. She had enough anger ruling her now, without more fat added to the fire. “He is purposely leaving me out. He practically shoved me from the salon this morning when all of you were discussing the murder and what was to be done. As a consequence I didn’t hear what my role was to be.”
“You don’t have one, Lizzy.”
The blow was instantaneous, and it hurt. “You’re listening to him! I can’t believe it! Alynwick of all people?
Adrian, you traitor!”
“For once he has a valid point. Lizzy.” Her brother sighed. “We cannot avoid the obvious. You’re at a disadvantage and it makes you extremely vulnerable.” Jumping up, Elizabeth fisted her hands at her sides.
“I’ll hinder you, is that it?”
“Of course not.”
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home, where you don’t have to worry about your blind sister tripping into danger. Well, Adrian York, I am not completely useless,” she snapped, storming off.
“Lizzy, get back here.”
“I only thought to help,” she said, hating the sadness in her voice. “What else is left to me? I have no husband or children to occupy my time. I can’t see to paint or embroider, or read, or decorate. I can’t even shop without another set of eyes escorting me. I have nothing, Adrian.
Nothing! ”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh, do not lie to yourself, thinking you are making me feel better. Lies only make me feel worse, for I know they are spoken out of pity. The truth is, I have never complained about my blindness or bemoaned my fate. I always had the Brethren Guardians to make me feel worthwhile and capable. I had you and Black to talk to, and I was involved in discussions, in the history of our ancestors. I was a part of the group, and it kept me happy. Now you are denying me the one thing that made my life worth anything.”
Whether she was intended to hear his sigh, Elizabeth did not know. But when her brother spoke, it was with a sense of resignation.
“Black and Alynwick have left to bury Anastasia’s body, and then they are to search her dwelling. They’ll be back this afternoon. Perhaps you might sit with us and hear what they’ve discovered.”
“I might as well be a dog you are throwing a bone to.
It’s an appeasement.”
“It’s a compromise, Lizzy.”
“No, thank you. I shall be busy this afternoon, entertaining Lord Sheldon at tea.”
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“He’s calling, is he? I knew he would. I will speak to you tonight, then, and tell you what I have learned about the murder. But that is all, Lizzy. I won’t allow you to do more than that. Witnessing what this fiend is capable of, I won’t throw you into danger—even if you did possess sight. I won’t risk it. You can rail and scream, and the answer will remain the same. You are not getting directly involved.”
Reluctantly, she nodded. “I suppose this is all I can hope for, isn’t it—bits and scraps of information you wish to share with me?”
“For now, Lizzy.”
“Stay safe, Adrian. And do protect Lucy.” He groaned. “She’ll be the death of me.”
“But it will be a pleasant death, won’t it?”
“Aye, it will.”
Elizabeth laughed at the smile she heard in his voice.
“Lizzy,” he called as she made her slow progression across the room. “It’s out of love that I said it, you know.
I want you safe, and it’s hard enough for me to keep everyone I love safe.”
“I would be selfish not to acknowledge how grateful I am that everyone cares about my well-being. However, hoyden that I am, I bristle at being protected. I might have to accept your decision to keep me apart from Brethren business, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Lizzy, you have always been a part of the
Guardians, and accepted as one of us. But that was before, when it was just talk, and secrets, and keeping the relics safe.
There was no real, tangible danger. But now there is, and it’s a nasty business. It’s real, Elizabeth. Life and death, and not one of us is willing to risk your safety. Whatever you may think, Black keeps Isabella far away from dan-BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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ger, and any discussion of the Guardians. I plan to do the same with Lucy, if she ever consents to be my wife. You should not feel singled out, or abandoned.” She felt like weeping. Strange how she hadn’t felt so hopeless and helpless since the summer her eyesight had left her. Lizzy experienced those same feelings, searching and struggling, wondering how to go on and where she might fit in. She understood Adrian’s concern, really, she did, but her brother didn’t realize that it was quite easy for Isabella and Lucy to be kept sheltered. They had not been born into a Guardian family. It was not their birthright. And more importantly, they had other things to keep their minds occupied. Isabella had a home and a husband, and one day children, and Lucy had the potential. Lizzy herself had none of that to offer comfort or stimulation. She was alone, and being with the Guardians, discussing it all, taking part, had been like a family to her. She was not alone then. Not incapable.
“You are always a part of this, Lizzy,” her brother said quietly. “I hope you know that. That you will always have a place with me.”
Yes. A thought that was comforting, yet bittersweet.
Adrian would always take care of her, and she would always be protected, the blind sister, the blind aunt, living amongst the family he would have.
There would be nothing of her own. No life to lead apart from that of sister, sister-in-law and loving aunt. It made her absolutely miserable, and guilty for thinking this way, when there were women out there who would give up their souls for the kind of life she had.
“Good morning, brother,” she replied, hoping he didn’t hear the sadness in her voice. “I hope your head feels better.”
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“And enjoy your tea—but not too much, Lizzy. The only hasty nuptials I am eager to announce are my own.”
“Silly man,” she said, smiling. “It’s just tea.”
“A lot can happen over tea and crumpets, Lizzy. Believe me.”
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CHAPTER SIX
HOURS AFTER THE DISCOVERY of Anastasia’s body in their kitchen garden, the house seemed to settle into a semblance of calm. The servants were too loyal, too well trained, to discuss the matter with anyone, but still Lizzy feared the implications for not only her brother, but the Brethren Guardians. Those implications had her fidgeting and on edge. Not even Maggie’s pampering for Sheldon’s impending visit seemed to calm her thoughts. What if the woman who had been killed by Orpheus’s hand had been Isabella, or Lucy? How would Lizzy have borne it, the loss of those friendships? Or what if it had been Sussex?
How in the world would she be able to get on in life without Adrian by her side? She had come to depend upon him. It had not always been that way between them. But after his convalescence he had morphed from a spoiled aristocrat to a caring man and devoted brother who had become her lifeline. She could not lose him.
No, Orpheus must be stopped before he could take any other lives—especially the lives of those she loved so dearly. She only wished she had the ability to stop him herself. Would that she could! But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t even be able to identify him, or know if he stood nose to nose with her. Some assistance she would bring the Guardians! she thought with a snort. She was an intelligent, honest female. She knew her limitations. It was her heart that would not admit to them.
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After her talk with Adrian, she felt more resigned to her fate than ever. He was correct, of course. In the past she had been part of debates and discussions, of stories passed down from their Templar ancestors. They had never fought a true enemy. Not until Orpheus. She was not equipped to help them, or protect herself. How it stung, to admit the truth.
“Now, then, miss, you’re looking radiant and composed. I daresay your gennleman will be gobsmacked when he sees you.”
“Maggie, you’re a wonderful balm for a nervous soul,” she replied, not feeling any sense of composure. She was still rattled by the dead body that had appeared that morning, and what was more, she was horridly nervous about what lay just beyond the closed door in front of her.
“Now, there’s nothing to be worried about. That nasty bit of business this morning is done and over, and should be far from your thoughts. You sail right on into that room with Rosie here, and don’t let him see your uneasi-ness. Everything is out of the way. I made sure of it myself. You’ll make a grand entrance, just like a queen, and there will be nothing to cause you to stumble.” Nodding, Elizabeth smoothed her damp palms down the sides of her skirts. She was nervous. More than nervous. She was bloody terrified. It was one thing to indulge in a short stroll around a salon with dozens of eyes watching her. Quite another to entertain a man—alone.
What will he think of me?
She had not been able to stop asking herself that question all morning. And now, after the early morning’s excitement, she was even more rattled. She must act calm and cool and collected. Neither she nor her brother could afford to make her caller suspicious of anything. She just hoped that Alynwick would not be back for hours, giving BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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her plenty of time to entertain Sheldon, and have him depart before Alynwick and Black’s return. The marquis, she acknowledged, had been somewhat of a loose can-non that morning, and after last night’s debacle she had no wish for him to meet up with Sheldon in the hall. The less Alynwick knew of her appointments and visitors the better. The man had no right to interfere with her life, but it seemed that part of being a Brethren Guardian was protecting and smothering the blind sister of one of their group. How she despised Alynwick’s overprotective and arrogant commands, which she was still seething over.
Letting out a long breath, Lizzy forced the marquis out of her thoughts. She had worried about him on that desolate field with a gun pointed at him. It had robbed her of sleep, made her forget his past betrayal. But this morning he had seemed as fit as ever—and as surly. She had regretted almost immediately that she’d given up hours of sleep worrying over the beast. But then, it had not been all wasted, for she had put those hours to use by thinking of Sinjin’s journal and trying to piece the puzzle together. Who was the Veiled Lady whom Sinjin York had loved until his dying breath? It had been her obsession to discover the woman’s identity the moment she had finished the diary. Of course, at that time she had fancied herself having the same sort of clandes-tine romance, only her Lancelot had turned out to be a toad—with warts.
Now that it seemed likely she would be cast aside, unable to aid the Brethren, she needed something to do.
Perhaps focusing all her attention on the diary and the identity of the woman would bring her some measure of accomplishment. At least it would give her something to ponder during the day.
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drawing her
from her thoughts. “I’ll be in with the tea tray, and I’ll set you up all proper. His Grace has gone into his study, and has asked not be disturbed. I shall attend you, but I’ll sit out of the way while you have your visit.”
“There really isn’t a need for you to chaperone. I’m quite firmly a spinster.” Besides, it would be terribly uncomfortable to sit through this first visit while her companion watched. It was already going to be damned difficult to entertain, knowing a woman who had been connected to her father—and Sussex—had just been murdered. It was even more disconcerting to know that Lizzy was completely unable to help them in capturing the murderer. Even Lucy had been of some assistance.
Lucy, who was new in their little group. It had chafed Lizzy a bit, listening to Lucy and Alynwick discussing facts and evidence. Evidence Lizzy could not see. Facts she could not supply, or provide a reasoning for.
It was not like her to be envious, but that morning she had been, and in truth, still was. That morning she had felt like an outsider. A weakling. And those feelings of inadequacy and disability plagued her still as she stood immobile, regretting her decision to allow Lord Sheldon to call on her.
“There now, quit wringing your hands in your skirts.
You’re wrinkling the taffeta. In you go, miss, and lift that chin high.”
She was thirty years old, she reminded herself. Not some green girl. She did not need to allow herself to sink into melancholy because of hurt feelings. No, she had to stand tall, to be the woman of strength she had always been.
“Wish me luck?”
“Luck?” Maggie scoffed as she gently urged her for-BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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ward. “You’ve no need for luck. A woman makes her own luck. Besides, you look absolutely radiant.” Smiling, Lizzy heard the click of Rosie’s nails against the marble floor. With a quiet snick a footman opened the door for her, and she felt the reassuring pressure of Rosie’s muzzle pressing into her thigh.