Page 100 of The Study of Seduction
Her heart sank. Count Durand! When she glanced over at the workmen, only to find that they’d melted into the night, she realized the count had planned this. He’d watched her deal with things for Mama all evening, and had been biding his time until he could create a reason for her to go off alone.
A quick glance behind her showed that in the passage, she was hidden from Edwin’s sight. She wasnotgoing to let this happen. Turning swiftly on her heel, she started back, but the Frenchman called after her, “Do youwantme to expose your husband’s secrets to the world, simply because you won’t allow me a moment of your time?”
She halted. Edwin’s secrets. Drat it. She reached up to release the leaf from the chain, then palmed it and turned to face him. “Very well. Say what you have to say.”
“If you’ll just come this way—”
“No. You say it here, or not at all.”
That gave him pause. “Aren’t you worried that someone might hear us talking about your precious husband’s secrets?”
“No, because that will put an end to your blackmail.”
“And your husband will land in gaol.”
She dragged in a harsh breath. “There’s no way on earth that my husband haseverdone anything to land him in gaol. That is absurd.”
When she started to turn away again, he said hastily, “No, but his father did. And I can easily make it seem as if your husband was part of it.”
She froze. Drat Edwin and his secrets. She didn’t even know how many of the count’s claims were true. “What could his father possibly have done that would implicate Edwin?”
“He spied for the French during the war. And if you don’t go with me now, I’ll make sure the world sees the evidence.”
“What evidence? I can’t imagine you have any.”
“I have his father’s reports. And I can frame it so it looks as if Blakeborough helped him. But even if I don’t succeed in provingthat, there will be enough outrage to ensure that you, and he, and your respective families will never be able to raise your heads in good society again.”
Edwin hurried up to Lady Margrave, who had just collapsed onto a bench. “Where’s Clarissa? I can’t find her.” He’d turned away for only a moment, and his wife was gone. What the devil?
“She went to deal with those Italian pyrotechnic fellows,” Lady Margrave said with a wave in the direction they’d been earlier. They weren’t there.
His heart faltered when he saw them on the other end of the boxes, headed for the exit. There was no sign of Clarissa. Striding over to them, he asked in Italian where his wife was, but when they exchanged looks of alarm and started protesting that they knew nothing, he didn’t waste his time with them. He broke into a run down the path behind the boxes where they’d just been working.
As he neared the end of the first row, he heard Clarissa’s voice. With a relieved sigh, he slowed to a walk. Until her words registered.
“You’re a liar, sir. There’s no way on earth that my husband’s father was a traitor. I don’t care what evidence you claim to have, or what you think you can prove—”
Edwin vaulted around the corner of the box to find his wife facing down Durand. “Get away from my wife,” Edwin growled, quickly putting himself between them.
“Iknewyou hadn’t told her about the spying,” Durand said with a sneer. “She would never stand for being married to a traitor’s son. So if you’d said anything, the two of you wouldn’t be here pretending that this wedding is a love match.”
“Itisa love match!” Clarissa spat from behind Edwin.
That momentarily threw Edwin off guard, even knowing she was just trying to get rid of Durand.
“Really?” Durand said coldly. “Blakeborough is in love with you? Does he know what a little whore you are?”
Fury inflaming him, Edwin caught Durand by the throat and squeezed. “I warned you not to bother my wife. I swear, I’ll kill you right here and now, just for such a vile lie—”
“No, no, no, you can’t!” Clarissa cried, dragging on Edwin’s arm. “Or you will hang for it, and I cannot lose you, too!”
That last remark was the only thing that cut through the red haze in his head. He released Durand, who stumbled back choking and coughing.
After a moment, the bastard growled, “For that, Blakeborough, I challenge you to a duel at dawn. Over your wife’s honor, which I maintain is scanty at best.”
“Don’t listen to him!” Clarissa cried as Edwin bristled again. “Can’t you see he’s goading you? He wants to kill you so he can get to me. You must not fight him!”
Durand gave a mocking laugh. “That’s all right, Lady Clarissa, he’s not going to accept. Everyone knows he despises dueling. Most cowards usually do.”
