“Robert Brennan is at my door. He wishes to have a conversation. I require an escort.”
The man turned away for a moment and faced her again. “The escort has been dispatched. They will be at your door in twenty seconds.”
“Thank you.”
She walked over to the door and peered through the glass. Moments crawled by. She counted to twenty in her head. At eighteen, a man and a woman in castle uniform rounded the corner and came to a halt by her door.
Charlotte unlocked it.
Brennan sighed. “Chaperones? Are we children?”
“We are adults, which is exactly why I require witnesses.”
He grinned. “Do I scare you, Charlotte?”
“Your Highness, I’ve seen things that would turn most people’s hair white overnight. I don’t fear you. I’m simply being prudent.”
He tilted his head. “You undo your hair at night.”
“Of course.” Wearing her hair down wasn’t one of the best hairstyles for her. She looked much better with an updo, but her scalp did have to rest at some point.
“Why did you leave?”
“My ward had enough excitement for the evening.”
“The little girl? Who is she to you?”
“She’s the daughter of a friend. Her mother is dead, and her father is unfit to care for her.”
Brennan shook his head. “This would be so much better without an audience.”
“And that’s precisely why we have one.”
“I’d like to continue our acquaintance,” he said.
“Are you fond of tea in the morning?”
“I could be.”
“In that case, I could give a morning tea tomorrow at ten.”
“In that case, I would definitely attend. Who else will be there?”
“My ward and I. If you’re planning to attend, perhaps I will invite a couple of other people to maintain propriety.”
“You seem to be very concerned with propriety.”
You seem to be very concerned with making a profit on selling children into slavery. “There are times when I can be inappropriate.”
A small, hungry light sparked in Brennan’s eyes. “How inappropriate?”
“If you bide your time, perhaps I’ll show you.”
He grinned. “You’re going to make it into a game, aren’t you?”
“If you choose to look at it that way.”
“I love games.” He leaned forward, picked up her hand, and kissed her fingers. “I never lose.”
She leaned toward him and said, pronouncing the words very clearly, “Go to bed, Your Highness.”
He smiled, a self-satisfied, happy baring of teeth, and headed down the hallway.
“Thank you,” she said to the escort.
“Of course, my lady,” they chorused.
Charlotte shut the door, locked it, turned, and ran into Richard.
“I told you to leave.”
He stared at the door with that familiar predatory focus. “I’m going to kill him.”
“No, you won’t. You will climb your rope and leave.”
He wasn’t listening to her. He wasn’t even looking at her. He simply moved to the door, and she knew that she had to stop him now, or he would chase after Brennan and fight him, and their entire scheme would crumble.
Charlotte grasped the back of his head and pulled him down toward her. Kissing him was like drinking spiced wine—the heat of him dashed through her, burning through her body. Immediately, she wanted him.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His tongue touched hers, and she shivered. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her, and this time he did see her.
“You have to leave,” she whispered.
“No.”
“Yes. You must go. What if he goes to find Casside, and you’re gone?”
His eyes turned dark.
“Look at me, Richard. You cannot kill Brennan until we expose him. You can’t do it, or it was all for nothing.” She kissed him again, trying to pull him away from the destructive anger. “You have nothing to worry about.”
He blinked, like a man waking up from a deep sleep, focusing on her.
“You have nothing to worry about,” she repeated. “I love you, Richard. Go.”
“What?”
“I said I love you, you fool.”
“When this is over—”
“Yes,” she told him.
He stared at her.
“The answer is yes, Richard. Yes, I will go with you and live with you in your Lair, because I love you. Now you must leave. Get out of here!”
She pushed him out to the balcony, shut the doors, and made sure to lock them.
Richard looked at her from behind the glass. He had the strangest look on his face, a kind of stunned amazement.
“Go!” she mouthed at him.
“I love you, too,” he mouthed, then jumped and climbed back up his rope.
She crossed the room, fell on her bed, and put a pillow over her face. She felt hot and giddy. He loved her. It made everything worth it.
What if he stopped being there? What if something happened, and he was gone?
The anxiety shot her in the heart. Here it is again. Hello there.
Please, she prayed silently. Please, please, please, let it be all right. Please, let it all work out.
Please.
SIXTEEN
CHARLOTTE sat in a chaise on her balcony, sipping bloodred tea from her cup and subtly watching Brennan seethe in his chair, directly across the coffee table. To the right Sophie sat quietly reading a book. To the left, on the divan, the Duchess of the Southern Provinces lounged, drinking her tea in tiny swallows and carrying on a conversation.
He must’ve expected that Sophie and whoever she had invited wouldn’t be much of an obstacle. He could bully most people out of the way by the simple fact of his birth. But Lady Olivia provided an impenetrable barrier. She was older, well regarded, and her influence and power surpassed his. His Highness was forced to behave, and he didn’t like it. The small talk was clearly grating on him. He was desperately bored.