Lord of Darkness by Elizabeth Hoyt

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    Outside, the ladies had already settled in the carriage, but at least Moulder had kept it from leaving without him. Godric opened the door and jumped in, aware that the occupants were shooting him curious looks.
    It was Margaret, of course, who spoke first, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the carriage. “I didn’t know you were interested in attending balls; otherwise I would’ve invited you along.”
    Godric schooled his face into what he hoped was a pleasant expression. “Naturally I shall escort you to evening entertainments.”
    “Naturally,” Sarah said, just a bit drily. Her tone softened as she added, “I’m so glad you decided to come with us.”
    Was he really that inattentive? A trace of guilt shot through his chest. This was his sister, after all. With his father dead, he should be the head of the family, guiding and protecting his stepmother and sisters.
    “I’m sorry,” hesaid, and by the looks on both his wife’s and sister’s faces, he’d surprised them. Great-Aunt Elvina merely snorted, but he ignored the old harridan. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you this afternoon.”
    “No.” Sarah shook her head. “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I should never have moved things about in Clara’s room.”
    “Do with it as you see fit,” he said. “It’s time, I suppose.”
    “You’re sure?” Her eyes searched his.
    He tried a smile and found it not that hard. “Yes.”
    Godric was mostly quiet then for the rest of the drive, letting the ladies’ chatter flow about him. Twice he thought he saw Margaret examining him curiously in the dim carriage light, and he wished he could find some way of fulfilling her dreams without betraying Clara.
    Kershaw lived in an old family town house that looked to be recently renovated. Godric remembered Moulder’s gossip as he escorted the ladies inside, and wondered if it had been Kershaw’s bride’s dowry that had paid for the house’s new façade.
    The house opened to a grand receiving room, and Godric turned politely to help Great-Aunt Elvina out of her cloak. He gave the item to one of the waiting footmen and turned just in time to see Margaret’s dress revealed.
    For a moment he stumbled to a halt, there in the crowded hallway.
    His wife wore a salmon-pink dress that was a perfect foil for her dark curls. Her hair had been arranged in a more complicated style than usual, and the jewels set in the locks sparkled and flashed under the chandeliers hung high above. The low round neckline of the dress revealedand displayed the soft mounds of her beautiful bosom, and as Margaret turned to laugh at something his sister said, he thought she looked like some goddess of gaiety come to life.
    How very ironic that she was married to him, then.
    He held out his arm to her. “You look lovely.”
    Her lashes fluttered in surprise as she took his arm. “Thank you.”
    Godric remembered himself then and paid similar compliments to Sarah and Great-Aunt Elvina, who arched an eyebrow with the first sign of humor he’d seen from her before taking his other elbow.
    The ball was a mass of slowly shifting bodies.
    “Goodness,” Great-Aunt Elvina exclaimed. “I haven’t been to such a crush since I was a girl.”
    “Look, there’s your friend Lady Penelope, Megs,” Sarah said.
    “Oh, yes,” Megs said absently. “I wonder where Lord Kershaw might be?”
    Godric’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at his wife.
    But then Sarah was urging Megs and Great-Aunt Elvina toward Lady Penelope. Godric glanced in that direction. Lady Penelope was considered a beauty, but her looks had always been spoiled for Godric by the lady’s silly personality.
    “I’ll go in search of refreshment,” he said to the retreating backs of the ladies.
    Margaret glanced back with a flashing smile, and then she was absorbed into the crowd.
    Stupid to feel a sudden chill.
    Godric shook off the feeling of loss and started making