Jo Beverley - Lady Beware

by Jo Beverley

  She met his eyes. “I’ve confessed my folly, Lord Darien. There’s no need to belabor the point.”

  At last they’d arrived at the drawing room again, but she’d swear he laughed. Infuriating, wretched man! She saw people startled to see him in such good humor. They were probably blaming her for it.

  She saw Maddy and her two swains and navigated to a seat directly behind them, ready to poke her cousin in the back if she behaved too badly. Maddy distributed her smiles and comments evenly, doubtless hoping to provoke jealousy.

  Because of Maddy, Thea couldn’t truly enjoy the second half of the performance. All in all, this was turning out to be the most unpleasant ton event she’d ever experienced. And according to her mother’s plan, she had more of the same to look forward to.

  But not as the Vile Viscount’s betrothed. That would be a hundred times worse.

  Lady Wraybourne thanked the choir and then offered her guests yet more amusements, including an opportunity to visit Lord Wraybourne’s new chamber, built to display his noted collection of ancient pottery.

  That seemed safe, so Thea said, “The collection sounds interesting, Maddy. Shall we go there?”

  But Marchampton said, “Kyle warned me off, Lady Thea. Just a lot of old pots.” He held out an arm. “Cards, Maddy?”

  Maddy took it, but then linked her other arm with Foxstall’s, and the trio set off for the card room. Without Darien, Thea could have made a fourth and possibly even distracted Foxstall from Maddy. In fact, she could still do so.

  “Cards, then,” she said.

  “Pottery,” Darien said.

  “I wish to play cards, sir.”

  “You said the collection sounded interesting. I do hope you’re not flighty.”

  “I’m allowed to change my mind,” Thea said, teeth gritted.

  “Only about some things.”

  It was a warning. Before she could find a pithy response, he smiled slightly. “I thought you wished to speak to me. Old pots seem more likely to provide an opportunity than the card tables, don’t you think?”

  She wanted to refuse on principle, but he was right, and she needed to clear up confusion. Urgently. And Maddy couldn’t get into serious trouble in the card room, especially with March on guard.

  So Thea took Lord Darien’s arm and together they followed directions through the hall and down a corridor toward the back of the house.

  “Not the most popular event of the evening,” Darien remarked. Two couples walked ahead and there might be more behind, but there certainly wasn’t a crowd.

  “Perhaps Major Kyle has been warning the ton in general,” Thea said.

  “You might warn your cousin that Foxstall is not a safe plaything.”

  “Really? I had the impression he was your friend, my lord.”

  “The army makes strange bedfellows. Speaking of which, when do we announce our intention of becoming bedfellows?”

  Thea felt heat rise in her cheeks. “Really, my lord!”

  “It’s what marriage amounts to. I know—it’s not what people say. I prefer plain speaking. So, is there any reason I shouldn’t speak to your father tomorrow about our commitment?”

  “Yes,” Thea said sharply.

  “What?”

  “It’s too soon.”

  “Lady Thea—”

  “You donot have permission to use my name like that.”

  He raised his brows. “You prefer to be Theodosia, gift of the gods, rather than Thea, a goddess in your own right?”

  The man was infuriating. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Darien, but please address me formally at all times.”

  “I invite you to call me Canem.”

  “Or Dog?” she fired at him.

  “Don’t.”

  They’d arrived at the door to the room in which about a dozen people had gathered. He gestured her to proceed him and Thea hurried in. Safety in numbers. She wondered if her shivers were noticeable.

  She pretended to be fascinated by the room, strolling around the circular walls of glass-fronted cabinets, all full of pottery, whole and in pieces. A central plinth was tiered for special displays and sat beneath a glass dome that would let in excellent light in the daytime. At this hour they had to make do with lamps, and perhaps that accounted for the dullness of the items on display there.

  “Old pots indeed,” Darien murmured, and despite everything Thea had to bite her lip. That was exactly what the items on the plinth looked like—the plain sort of cooking pots used in a kitchen, except that most were so chipped they’d have been thrown out long ago. Some items were merely shards.

  Lord Wraybourne picked up one broken pot and showed it to some of his guests, turning it tenderly in his hands. He was a handsome, urbane man and Thea wondered what had pulled him to this interest, to this obsession, even. It must have cost a great deal of money to create this room. He clearly saw a beauty in his collection that escaped Thea and probably most people.

  Rather like love, she thought. People could fall in love with the most unlikely people. Alesia was giddy over a serious-minded clergyman, and one of Avonfort’s sisters was happily married to a widower twice her age. Kingstable was an old pot, though actually still a fine-looking man, and Catherine was ecstatically happy in her marriage.

  As Lord Wraybourne spoke to the whole group about his collection, Thea wondered if she’d ever experience romantic ecstasy. It hadn’t happened yet—not even the sort of infatuation most of her friends flew into again and again.

  Her eyes wandered and she wondered who else in the audience was struggling to look interested and who was truly fascinated. One other was distracted, for sure. Lady Harroving was eyeing Darien with a wicked smile. She must be at least ten years his senior! But then, Cousin Maria was eight years older than Vandeimen, and Lady Harroving was a widow.

  If you want him, my lady, you’re welcome to him,Thea thought. Her mother was looking for a suitable wife for Darien.

  Lady Harroving was of good birth, though her reputation was by no means impeccable. No one had ever believed her faithful to her late husband, and she annually hosted a masquerade ball that was only just respectable. But she certainly wouldn’t be harmed by the match.

  The short lecture ended with Thea hardly hearing a word of it.

  Some people gathered around Lord Wraybourne, asking him questions as if truly fascinated. Lady Harroving came over, somehow presenting her large, mostly exposed breasts as her focal point.

  “Lord Darien,” she said, ignoring all propriety, “I’m Lady Harroving. Maria,” she added with a sultry smile. “What an asset you are to a dull season.”

  It was as if Thea didn’t exist.

  “I hope to be as dull as the dullest, Lady Harroving,” Darien said, with a perfect distant coolness. “Lady Thea, I gather this is Lady Harroving.”

  His response and introduction were beautifully nuanced deterrents. Red rose beneath the rouge on the older lady’s cheeks. “Lady Theodosia and I are acquainted,” she said with equal coldness. “I see your reputation is earned.”

  “I haven’t bitten you, yet.”

  Perhaps to save face, Lady Harroving laughed before turning and leaving the room.

  “That wasn’t wise,” Thea said softly. “You don’t need more enemies.”

  “She insulted you by ignoring you.”

  She looked at him. “That matters to you?”

  “I’m your escort. I take such duties seriously. Old pots do seem to fascinate some, don’t they? I suggest we inspect the cabinets a little longer.”

  He was correct. This room would do for their private talk once the others had left. With the door open, of course. The open door gave a view down the corridor to the front hall. It couldn’t truly be considered private.

  Thea turned with Darien to inspect the contents of the nearest display case. Sometimes she glimpsed him reflected darkly in the glass, and the other people, farther behind.

  Leave, she commanded the chattering group as she mo
ved from gaudy-glazed pots to dull ones and on to a cabinet that held crudely made pottery figurines. The group had moved a little, but paused again. Some kind of tension was building in her. Impatience to get the man to see sense. It must be.

  “You have a particular interest in fertility goddesses?”

  Thea focused and saw that some of the figures were squat females with huge, pregnant bellies. “Do you think they worked?” she asked, but then blushed.

  “Is that the sort of thing a lady talks about with a gentleman?”

  She turned to face him. “You started it.”

  He smiled. “So I did.”

  It took a moment for Thea to realize that they were alone. That Lord Wraybourne and his companions had left.

  Suddenly dry-mouthed and nervous, she said, “So let us talk of such matters.”

  “You aren’t worried about being alone with me?”

  “The door is open and we are visible from the hall.”

  “Stone walls do not a prison make, and open doors do not mean safety.”

  Thea tensed even more. “You intend to attack me again? I warn you, I’ll scream.”

  He smiled. “You didn’t last time.”

  “You…!” But Thea remembered her purpose and controlled herself. “I am here alone with you, Lord Darien, only to talk about the betrothal.”

  “About speaking to your father.”

  “No!”

  “There is some other first step?” he asked politely.

  “Obtaining the lady’s true consent,” she snapped.

  “Then, my goddess, weare betrothed.”

  “No, we’renot !” Squabbling would get her nowhere. “Lord Darien, you have to see that a betrothal between us would be both unnecessary and unbelievable.”

  “Unbelievable?” He looked politely puzzled. “If you and your family let it be known that we were to marry, no one would believe it?”

  “Of course not. Because you’re a Cave.”

  It brought only a twitch of his enigmatic features, but Thea realized how insulting that had been.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, both out of fear and pity. Harrow, Dare, and Dog Cave all threatened to weaken her.

  They had nothing to do with this strong, successful man, she reminded herself. “I mean that being a Cave, you’re not well accepted at the moment. Thus the betrothal would look peculiar. Moreover, you’re so new in Town, how have we come to know one another? If I’m to be swept out of my wits by love for you, it would take more than days.”

  “I’ve seen it happen in an instant, but I grant you your point, especially when you’re known as the Great Untouchable.”

  “That’s—”

  “—a ridiculous nickname. I agree. But so many are, aren’t they?”

  She hated losing so many points.

  “How long before it would be believable?” he asked.

  “Forever.” Before he could retort, she leapt for her main point. “The betrothal isn’tnecessary , Darien. You have my parents’ favor and tonight you’ve entered the inner circle of the ton and not been rebuffed.”

  A raised brow questioned that.

  “Not openly. You clearly have military friends willing to support you, but above all, you are now my mother’s cause. Believe me, in these matters she’s a veritable Wellington. If you decide youdon’t want to be brought back into the loving embrace of the ton, you have no hope of escape.”

  Disarmingly, he laughed.

  “She even intends to find you the right wife, so you see—”

  “But not you, I assume.”

  “I lack the taste for adventure.” Thea heard the touch of bitterness in her voice.

  “My lady in red,” he said, “you astonish me.”

  “I assure you, I do. That dress was…I won’t wear it again. I want only a quiet, orderly life.”

  “You’re no more suited to tedium than I am.”

  She looked him in the eye. “We have nothing in common, Lord Darien. Nothing.”

  “We have that kiss.”

  “You forced that on me!”

  “Then why haven’t you complained of it?”

  He was taking her silence asencouragement ? “Because I’ve no mind to cause a scandal or duel. Do not imagine for one moment that I enjoyed it!”

  “Not up to your standards? I apologize and humbly beg a chance to prove I can do better.”

  He moved closer, and Thea discovered retreat was blocked by the case at her back.

  “When pigs fly!” she snapped.

  “Put one in the basket of a balloon,” he suggested. “Or fire one from a cannon, even.”

  The image threw her off balance. “That’s horrible!”

  “A means to an end. I don’t let emotions come between me and my purposes, Thea, and you are my means to an end.”

  “I wish I were the means to your demise—”

  He captured her cheek with his hand. “Cease struggling. There is no escape.”

  Completely still, Thea spoke low and hard. “Take your hand off me, Darien, or I will scream, and to hell with the consequences.”

  He challenged her and she thought she was going to have to do it, but then he removed his hand and stepped back.

  “Release me from my promise,” she demanded. “It’s outrageous and unnecessary.”

  “I cannot.”

  “Why?Why is it so important to you? With my mother and the Rogues on your side…”

  Her words dried because of the look in his eyes.

  “The Rogues?” he asked quietly.

  “They plan to help you. Because of what happened at school.”

  Mistake, mistake!She should have realized that he wouldn’t want her to know about that.

  “I do not like the Rogues,” he said, his eyes wide and steady. “And I’m damned if I’ll accept rescue at their hands.”

  “But you supported Dare in order to get help!”

  “Icaptured your family. I hold you in my fist. If I could chain the Rogues and whip them to my will, I would. Are they chained?”

  “No.” Then Thea found the courage to raise her chin and say, “They feel sorry for you.”

  He put a hand flat against the glass, barring her escape. “You are a very foolish woman, and we are no longer in sight of others.”

  She looked toward the door and saw he spoke the truth.

  “Foolish to trust you?” she challenged over a terrified heart. “Strange as it may seem to you, I am generally safe alone with a gentleman.” His jaw tightened, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “But then, a Cave can’t be a gentleman. Why not force another vile kiss on me, then? I’m sure that’s what you want.”

  He stepped sharply back. “Oh, no. That’s whatyou want. You won’t taunt me into destruction. But,” he added, smiling coldly, “you have only to beg.”

  Thea swung to slap his taunting face, but he caught her wrist, and the warning in his eyes froze her. Still, still, beneath ice and terror, all the wicked parts of her body and soul screamed that she beg as he required. That she grovel for another burning, annihilating kiss.

  “Perhaps,” he said softly, “you only need to ask.”

  She wrenched free and ran. In the corridor she made herself slow down, sucking in breaths to calm herself. When she entered the hall she smiled, trying to look as if nothing in the world was amiss, but heaven knows what that smile looked like.

  “Lady Theodosia, may I assist you?”

  She turned sharply and found Captain Foxstall beside her. He was smiling, but the look in his eye was sly.

  “Only in telling me where my cousin is, sir.”

  “Miss Debenham was gathered under her mother’s wing.” He looked behind her and said, “Ah,” as if all were explained. She knew Darien was there.

  “Don’t let him play you, Lady Theodosia,” Foxstall said with those horrid red lips. “That’s his specialty, playing with well-protected young ladies. He usually finds it disappointingly easy. The right degree of danger and fear along with a sou
pcon of charm and they melt like sealing wax, ready for his stamp.”

  Scalded, Thea turned and walked away. She loathed Captain Foxstall with all her heart, but she recognized truth. That was exactly the game Darien was playing.

  Did he think he could use the thrill of danger to force her into marriage?