Page 21 of Heart of Iron
Lena nodded.The room swept around her in a riot of color as the crowd danced.Around the walls loomed a dozen blue bloods, sipping at their blud-wein and watching the dance floor with predatory eyes.“You’ll be safe?”
“They’re not the only ones hunting.”Adele smiled, but it didn’t touch her eyes.“I told you I need a patron.”
“Be careful.”Lena squeezed her gloved hand.The duke and duchess had disappeared.Giving Adele one last smile, she hurried after them.
The duchess had been wearing a deep aubergine gown that set off the color of her coppery hair.Lena exited the ballroom.Peering over the balustrade of the second floor, she raked her gaze across the white tiled entry below.An enormous staircase took up most of the foyer.Over a dozen men and women lined the stairs and the entry, gowned in a variety of brilliant colors.From the warmth of their skin and the dark, raven locks on a pair of them, they were most likely human, none of them high enough in rank to receive the gift of infected blood.Only those of good bloodlines and standing went through the blood rites at the age of fifteen.It was a sign of status, of prestige.
It took more than being a blue blood to be considered part of the Echelon.Any other unfortunate who was accidentally infected was considered little more than a rogue.Such blue bloods were either drafted into the Nighthawks, offered a place in the Coldrush Guards that protected the Ivory Tower and the Council, or were killed.
Humans could navigate the shadowy edges of the Echelon—like her—but they were never truly a part of it.They had their place, either as thralls or potential consorts, if their bloodlines were good.
Avoiding the soaring marble statue of an angel, she peered down the hallway.Two dozen of Lord Harker’s distinguished relatives glared down at her from the walls.Lena swept across the top of the stairs, her peacock green skirts rustling.There was another hallway on the other side.
She was just passing the enormous grandfather clock that held pride of place at the top of the stairs when a hush fell over the foyer.
Two footmen held each of the main doors open, their faces impassive.Blade strolled in, swinging an ebony-tipped cane.He tossed his top hat to a waiting footman and saluted the gaping group on the stairs.Another footman swept past with a tray of blud-wein, and Blade stole one, examining the foyer with interest.
Will stalked in at his heels, his shoulders straining the black coat he’d obviously borrowed.He wore a gray waistcoat, carefully brushed, and his boots had been scrubbed.Candlelight gleamed off the coppery highlights in his hair, and he towered over the hovering servants.Despite their training, two of them bolted out of his path like frightened rabbits.Will’s hungry gaze followed them as if he were considering giving chase.
Lena’s breath caught, the heat draining from her face.“Will,” she whispered.Whatthedevilwashedoinghere?
Will stopped in his tracks, his head lifting like a lion scenting gazelle, the brilliant, burning amber of his gaze locking on hers.His lips curled in a threatening smile, and Lena took a step back.
“Later,” he mouthed.
She tore her gaze away, her heart pounding madly in her chest.For a moment she’d thought he was here for her, but that was foolishness.Not with the price on his head.What was he doing in the heart of Echelon territory?They considered his kind fit only to be caged or chained.If he’d gotten himself in trouble…
“Sir…Blade,” the butler recovered himself well.“Master Will.This way, if you care.Lord Barrons is waiting for you.”
Leo.Her half brother had something to do with this.Lena’s hands unclenched from her skirts.Why would Leo invite them here, when he could just as easily have visited Whitechapel?He was one of the few members of the Echelon Blade trusted enough to grant passage to Whitechapel.
The butler led them across the foyer and into one of the lower hallways.Just before he disappeared, Will looked up, shooting her one more blazing look.It scorched all the way through her, igniting a mixture of fear and nervous anticipation that she couldn’t quite name.
Heavens.She let out the breath she’d been holding and backed toward the second hallway.She had to get out of here before he found her.
But first, she had a little reconnaissance to finish.Find out what was going on between the Council members, if she could.
Then she was going to plead an attack of the vapors, which, considering how rapidly her heart was beating, shouldn’t be that difficult at all.
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“Be ready for anythin’,” Blade murmured as they strode through the halls of Lord Harker’s mansion.
Will rolled his shoulders, his eyes darting through the shadows.Blade had no need to warn him.He’d been on edge ever since they got out of the cursed carriage.Coming here, into the very heart of society, was dangerous.He had to be ready for anything; no more surprises.
He’d already had his first surprise for the evening.Lena.Though he’d been expecting her, even relishing the opportunity, the sight of her temporarily struck him dumb.She’d always been well-dressed but wreathed in shadows, the gaslight picking out the soft curves and mysterious depths of her body… She’d been breath-catching.
Her hair tumbled over her shoulder in an elaborate cascade of curls, an elegant comb holding it up.Emeralds dripped into the deep vee of her green dress, drawing his gaze lower.He couldn’t wait to get her alone.Anticipation thrummed through his veins, alerting all of his senses.
He just didn’t know yet whether he wanted to throttle her—or kiss her.
A door opened and a swathe of golden light cut through the shadows.Will reined in his thoughts swiftly.No time for distraction.Best way to get his throat slit.
A man appeared, wearing crisp black from head to toe.He moved with the dangerous grace of a swordsman, his body lean and hard and his dark eyes cautious as he surveyed the darkened hallway.A diamond stud winked in his ear, and though he wore no weapons, an aura of dark violence hung over him.
Leo Barrons.Lena’s guardian and possibly the only blue blood Will could tolerate besides Blade.
“Blade.”Barrons offered his hand.His gaze examined the scene swiftly but Will knew he’d noted everything around them, from the pattern in the red carpets, to the fall of their coats.“Excellent timing.The prince consort should be arriving any moment.”
