be pleased for long with Melissande for your wife.â
âHa! You slippery sod, you make it sound as though you saved me from a fate worse than death. You want me to believe that you removed the plague from me and took it onto yourself, that you martyred yourself for me. You stole my wife, Tony! Damn you, it is too much, I have listened to your lame excuses and Iââ
âMy lord,â Hollis said softly, his hand once more on Douglasâs shoulder, âwe must remain for the moment with the facts. Emotion is enervating and leads, evidently, to violence. I cannot allow more violence in Northcliffe.â
âWhere is my sister? Where are Ryder and Tysen and my mother?â
âMaster Ryder insisted they all leave Northcliffe until everything was sorted out. He is an intelligent young man. Once he understood what had happened, he had the family gone from here within two hours. They, ah, are staying presently in London, at the Sherbrooke town house.â
Lord, heâd very nearly taken Janine to the town house, but in the end, Lord Avery had seen to her lodgings. Douglas twisted about to look up at Hollis. âSo, Iâm alone in the house with this bloody wife thief?â Douglas rubbed his hands together and he smiled. âExcellent! That means I can kill him with no one the wiser, without Tysen preaching to me from his future pulpit, without Ryder laughing at me, without my sister and mother falling into a swoon. No, thatâs not true, is it, Hollis? It wasnât all Ryderâs idea, was it? No, you were afraid there would be disagreements and so you convinced Ryder to remove them all. Ah, I donât mind, indeed I donât. Thank God, you sent them away. Now, I am going to kill this damned bastard cousin of mine!â Douglas roared to his feet.
âPlease, no more, my lord.â
Douglas stopped cold and stared at the same slight female whoâd been upstairs in the midst of the fray. She was now standing in the open doorway, that same female whoâd tried to protect him. The same one who was supposedly his cursed wife. He shuddered with the strangeness of it; it was absurd; it wasnât real; he couldnât, wouldnât, accept it.
âTell me your name, at least,â he said, his voice harsh, his fury boiling near the surface.
âMy name is Alexandra Gabrielle Chambers. I am the Duke of Beresfordâs youngest child, but I am not a child, I am eighteen years old and a woman.â Shepaused and he saw the strain on her face, really a quite pretty face, with rather luminous gray eyes that werenât stupid. Sheâd pulled her hair back and tied it with a ribbon at the nape of her neck. She had nice bones, a nice mouth, pleasantly arched brows and quite pretty small ears. It didnât move him one bit, none of it. She fretted with the sash on her pale blue dressing gown, then looked up to face him again. âDonât you remember me at all, my lord?â
âNo.â
âI suppose I have changed a bit. I was plump then and even shorter. I even wore spectacles sometimes to read, my hair was always in tight childish braids, so it was likely that you disregarded me entirely, but nowââ
âI really donât care if you were bald and obese. Go away. Go back to bed. You can be certain that I wonât come to ravish you tonight. I am not in the habit of bedding women who are strangers to me.â
She paused a moment, drawing up, straightening just a bit more. She looked briefly at Tony, then nodded. âAs you wish, my lord. I will sleep in the adjoining bedchamber if that is all right with you.â
âSleep in the corridor! Sleep with Tony for all I care. After all, he appears to have married you too.â
âReally, Douglasââ
Alexandra turned without another word and left. She picked up a candle from a huge Spanish table in the entrance hall. She walked slowly up the wide staircase. What had
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