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  blackmailer to ever disclose why Lily had even come to his house!

  At this moment, Dorian believed her to be enamored and desirous of him.

  But were he to discover there were motives behind every single touch, then

  he would hate her all the more.

  And despite all that, despite the fact that she was bound to a lifetime of

  lonely misery, what concerned her the most was why she had been

  blackmailed and how it would affect Dorian.

  She had come to believe that she had been chosen as the seductress for one

  reason and one reason only, that her appearance was not dissimilar to

  Dorian's deceased wife. Camille. It was the only explanation. Why choose an

  inexperienced deb over an experienced Cyprian unless there was an ulterior

  motive . . . ? And what could be more salient than a similarity in appearance

  to a woman that Dorian seemed to still love?

  Indeed, had she not herself believed him to still love Camille?

  Why should the blackmailer not be as in the dark as she herself had been?

  Only when she had heard the truth from his own lips had she realized that

  he was filled with an embittered disappointment.

  Perhaps the blackmailer did not know this. It seemed highly likely, for half

  the ton believed it!

  Perhaps he believed that Dorian would fall in love with Lily simply because of

  her similarities with Camille - almost like a transference of love . . . . And

  thus, through her, Dorian could be further hurt . . . ?

  She sighed roughly and wished she understood the deeper threads of this so

  complicated situation.

  What did her blackmailer want from the man she loved?

  Was he in danger?

  Was his very life on the line?

  Indeed, was she herself in danger? If the man wanted to harm Dorian

  through her, what better way to do so than by hurting Lily?

  She bit her lip, knowing that if the blackmailer could intend to harm an

  innocent and grief-stricken woman such as her mother, then what would

  prevent him from killing a man in his prime?

  Very little.

  Flinching, Lily turned on to her side and cuddled into her blankets. With her

  thoughts so filled with torment, she knew that it would be a long while until

  she slept and also knew that were Dorian here, it would take but a moment.

  When he was there, he seemed to absorb every one of her thoughts. There

  was no room for anything else.

  She pictured herself as she had been but an hour ago. Wrapped in his arms,

  every part of her touching every part of him and Lily sighed dreamily. Her

  eyes fluttered shut and for the third time that day, she fell into a light doze.

  For the moment, managing to put aside the tangled mess her life had

  become, to rest peacefully for a few vital hours.

  ****

  With a deep groan, Lily cast up her accounts into the porcelain pot that Janie

  had just shoved under her nose. So close was the bowl that she could see

  the hand-painted roses and tulips circle its rim before her eyes crossed from

  the proximity and she had to close them lest she induce further bouts of this

  damned nausea!

  Her fingers were white as they clutched at the bowl and her body was

  tensed as her system expelled whatever it was that had caused this intense

  and violent sickness to assail her.

  Sensations of weakness rolled over her body in discomforting waves and

  even as her stomach purged itself, she wanted nothing more than to curl

  into a ball and hide from this shocking illness that had taken her overnight

  and by such surprise.

  When there was naught left in her stomach to expel, yet her system

  continued to react as though it were full, heaving sobs escaped her. Perhaps

  it was self-pity, but every part of her seemed to hurt. And even worse, every

  part of her was so tired, so fatigued that each wave of nausea had her

  shuddering with reaction as it absorbed almost every ounce of her energy,

  energy that she did not have.

  When finally her stomach calmed, she shoved the bowl away and rolled

  backwards against the mattress, clutching her belly as she did. Sweat

  seeped from every pore and tears of pain rolled over her cheeks, as she

  rested against the ruffled and messy sheets.

  Panting breaths were her only form of in- and exhalation and when Janie

  hovered over the bed and glared down at her, she groaned weakly.

  Instinctively knowing that a barrage of questions was about to come her

  way.

  “Did you eat oysters yesterday?” Janie asked suspiciously, peering at her as

  though were she to answer yes, then Lily had just committed one of the

  most grave crimes imaginable.

  Lily lifted a hand and grabbed some of the bed sheet. She scrubbed it along

  her sweaty forehead and grimaced as Janie knocked her hand away and

  replace the damp sheet with a cold cloth.

  She groaned with pleasure at the refreshing sensation and then switched her

  thoughts to Janie's suspicious query. "Oh yes, for this just has to be my

  fault, Janie, doesn't it!” Lily would not deny that her voice was sulky. “And

  no, of course I didn't eat oysters. How old must you think I am?”

  “Ten! If only you were, then I could smack your bottom again! For you've

  done something to cause this . . . this . . . whatever it is. ”

  Despite herself, she grinned. “You just try, Janie!” She sighed. “And why

  must I have done something wrong?”

  “Because young and healthy girls such as yourself do not suddenly start

  casting up their accounts unless there is a very good reason.” Janie sighed

  roughly. "If you tell me you ate oysters, I won't be angry. I promise, Miss

  Lily,” she conceded in a tone of voice that managed to impart the fact that

  she was being most generous.

  This is what came of having a nursery maid as your lady's maid, Lily thought

  with pursed lips and rolled her eyes at the thought. It meant that a woman

  who had almost reached the age of spinsterhood, was still treated as though

  she were naught but a child!

  “I haven't eaten oysters!” It was her turn to snap. Her eyes popped open

  and she glared at Janie.

  The maid clicked her tongue and then tutted before returning her glare with

  equanimity. “What did you eat then? The last time you were as ill as this,

  you'd just eaten a tray of oysters and I had to clean up both yours and

  Devlin's mess. You two were right terrors.” Janie pursed her lips and shook

  her head at the memory. “It hasn't rained, so you can't have caught a chill.

  Although, it has been rather gusty . . . .” Janie turned to look out of the

  window. The sun was tepid but still there. “I've kept you wrapped tight as a

  bug in a rug though, so it can't be that either.”

  Janie tapped her fingers against her mouth and Lily took a moment to look

  guilty. Janie might have done her best to keep her warm but had she not

  been prancing around London with naught but a traveling cloak and

  undergarments on as soon as darkness overcame the capital city?

  “Well, I haven't eaten anything that could cause this kind of reaction! I am

  quite sure that I would know if I had!” Lily hissed to hide her sudden guilt.

  She shuddered
at the memory Janie had inadvertently raised. To a point,

  her maid was correct. To put her and Devlin together was to create two

  monsters of the highest degree. Indeed, had they not chased away three

  governesses very early on in their lives?

  But in this case, she was not only embarrassed, but the thought of how ill

  she had been after this particular escapade had her stomach churning once

  again. Six years ago, they had stolen a tray of oysters from the pantry.

  Oysters that had been earmarked for a rather grand crowd at a dinner party

  their parents had been hosting. She and Devlin had gorged themselves on

  the disgusting molluscs until they had both been queasy and had set about

  settling their stomachs by dousing their livers in brandy. A remedy Devlin

  had suggested and which, afterward, he had quite rightly regretted.

  The urge to vomit rushed through her at the reminder. Janie had had to

  force her to expel the contents of her stomach due to the sheer amount of

  alcohol she had consumed and thereafter Devlin had had his allowance

  withdrawn for three months as punishment.

  The oysters hadn't agreed with her system and neither had the brandy.

  She'd never touched the liqueur since and the only other time she had even

  touched the shell of the mollusc, her skin had grown inflamed with small,

  itchy sores.

  “You must have eaten something, my girl! What is it?”

  “Nothing!” she cried, exasperated. Yesterday after having received the letter

  from her blackmailer, her appetite had been nil. Even when the cook had

  sent up a small tray of chocolate and toast, Lily hadn't been able to manage

  it. “I ate very little yesterday.”

  “Your aunt asked me to watch over you this morning, Miss Lily, said you had

  a head cold.” This was said with further suspicion.

  What Janie imagined was happening within the confines of this bedroom, Lily

  did not know. Indeed, she was quite certain that Janie's tone of voice could

  have been used during the Spanish Inquisition!

  “Yes. I did. Perhaps this is an ongoing symptom,” she remarked carefully,

  ducking her head to stare down at the embroidered duvet that covered the

  bottom half of her body and lay rumpled around the rest of her.

  Tiredly, she pulled the cover over her a little more. To do so, she had to curl

  upwards and reach for it, but it was apparently a move that her system

  could not withstand. A sudden shiver rushed through her and before Janie

  could continue to chide her, she quickly beckoned for the patterned bowl

  once again and emptied her stomach for the third time that morning.

  Groaning, she released the bowl into Janie's care and raised her knees so as

  to allow her to press her face between the knobby bones. It was hardly a

  comfortable position, but she knew that were she to lie down, it would cause

  her naught but further suffering. To stretch her torso was to invite further

  stomach pains.

  Blindly waving her maid away, Lily breathed slowly and deeply in an attempt

  to urge her body into serenity.

  It worked, slightly. The gesture was enough to have her curling on to her

  side thankfully and within seconds, Janie was tucking her into the blankets.

  “You shall have to tell aunt that I'm not up to dealing with any visitors

  today, Janie. Could you bring me some peppermint candies?" she asked, her

  voice hoarse from her throat's mistreatment as she continued. "Ask Rodgers

  to buy me some if we have none in the house, please, Janie. It might settle

  my stomach and my mouth tastes absolutely revolting.”

  “I think we should have some in the servants' quarters, miss.” Lily heard the

  sound of footsteps and felt her hair being pushed away gently from her

  perspiring forehead. “Why, you really are poorly, aren't you, my lamb?”

  Miserably, Lily's lower lip stuck out in a pout and she nodded. “I feel awful,

  Janie. And my stomach hurts.”

  Janie hushed her and began to stroke her hair just as she had, when Lily

  had been a little girl. “There, there. You rest well and I'll go and get you

  those candies. If we don't have any, I'll have one of the gardeners cut me

  some mint and we'll have a nice infusion of tea. That should ease your

  stomach,” the maid whispered softly. “Just close your eyes and rest easy

  until I return, my poor little lamb.”

  Lily gulped but nodded and watched as Janie walked out of her rooms and

  left her by herself. She wished her mother was here to kiss her cheek and

  make her feel better, but she wasn't. Mama was in stasis at the estate and

  not even an ill daughter could break her out of it.

  She sighed and wondered if anxiety were causing this attack of nausea. It

  could very well be. Stress and fear had more than likely combined to

  produce this hideous physiological reminder of what she was mentally going

  through! It was hardly perfect timing. As though it weren't enough to feel

  stress and fear but to have her body physically reacting to it?

  From it, she felt thoroughly exhausted.

  Her lack of sleep merely exacerbated the sensation. She had slept naught

  but three hours before she had awoken after a nightmare. Then she had

  fallen asleep again, but awoken and this time with a bang. Scrambling out of

  her sheets, Lily had almost fallen out of bed in her haste to seek an available

  orifice in which she could cast up her accounts!

  Janie had rushed in two minutes after she had rung for her and had taken

  the priceless Ming vase that contained the nasty present of her illness and

  returned with a porcelain bowl more fit for this kind of situation.

  Over the last two hours, she had dazedly rolled around on the bed, unsure of

  what to do to ease the feelings of sickness that roiled through her, which

  combined with her fatigue, had her feeling as though death were at her

  door!

  Perhaps that was a slight exaggeration, but then, she was ill after all. Surely

  that allowed her to slightly embroider the truth!

  Indeed, she was quite sure that no other debutante in London was going

  through the same hell as she was!

  That was for damned certain!

  She groaned as her stomach began to waltz again and rolled on to her back

  as discomfort flooded her system. Just thinking of her predicament

  confirmed that it was the root cause of her nausea.

  Hearing the door open, her closed eyes flickered open and she peered

  upwards to see Janie come forward bearing a tray. Groaning again as she

  curled upwards and rested her back against a wall of pillows, she sighed as

  Janie placed the tray over her knees.

  There was a steaming pot of tea that looked as appetizing as mud, a paper

  packet of peppermint sweets and then a plate of dry toast.

  “The cook said the toast would ease and soothe your belly,” Janie remarked

  as Lily picked up the bread as though it were a piece of card paper.

  She wrinkled her nose but nodded and reached for the tea. The stench of

  fresh greens overcame her, but she grimaced and quickly gulped at the hot

  concoction. Swiftly, she stuffed a boiled sweet into her mouth and sighed as

  the mint combated the nausea.

  “Whose candies were they?” she asked quie
tly.

  “Jessica, the parlor maid's, Miss Lily.”

  “Would you give her a shilling to buy some more, please Janie?”

  “A shilling? That's far too much!”

  Lily waved a hand. “My gratitude is such that I would give her a sovereign if

  I believed that you'd give it to her at all! I know you, Janie. You'll tell me

  you gave this Jessica the coin and then leave it in my purse rather than

  thank the girl for her generosity!”

  Janie snorted. “A sovereign, indeed! I shall give the girl sixpence!”

  “Do as you will! You do anyway!” she snapped.

  Janie grinned and then lifted the plate of toast, which Lily had left

  untouched. "You have another letter, Miss Lily.”

  Any amusement Lily had felt at her maid's recalcitrant nature instantly

  disappeared. She picked up the missive and turned it over. A blank seal.

  Strangely, her nausea vanished as her nerves overwhelmed her. When a

  cold sweat coursed over her flesh, Lily broke the wax joint and swallowed as

  she read its contents.

  A short, but definitely not sweet:

  Tonight. 12 o'clock.

  Nodding slightly, she inhaled roughly and stared at Janie as she bustled

  about the room, tidying things that did not need to be tidied at all.

  Sighing, she rubbed her belly and lied. “I still feel ill, Janie.”

  Janie tutted. “I told your aunt that you were still poorly, but she wanted me

  to see whether or not you'd be fit for the Coldridge's ball. I don't think you

  will be, do you, miss?”

  “Definitely not,” she replied briskly and popped another boiled sweet into her

  mouth. "What time is it, Janie?” she asked, sucking at her candy as she

  spoke around its cumbersome form in her mouth.

  “Almost four in the afternoon, lamb.”

  Eight hours until she would see Dorian again.

  “I think I shall rest. I have the headache now,” she whispered, nodding

  slightly to herself.

  “I'll close the shades then and leave you in peace,” she whispered, her voice

  distinctly quieter.

  Lily watched as the maid did just that and with the tray in her arms,

  departed the bedroom with nary another glance. Leaving Lily to stare

  upwards at the four poster's ceiling and ponder why the realization that she

  would soon be with Dorian had instantly taken the nerves, which had swiftly

 

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