“I’m a countess,” she whispered to him as they brought her before the bench. “I’ll have your badge for this.”
He regarded her with lazy intent. “I had to nip out to adjust the warrant,” he finally said. “I had planned to bring Malheur in, but you’ll do instead. I’ve had enough of these disturbances. If this ungodly work is yours, I hope you enjoy being branded a criminal.”
He’d even managed to muster three magistrates; they faced her, solemn in dark robes and white wigs.
Before the proceedings could start, Violet’s mother came to the front.
“Your Worships,” she said, “you have no power to hold my daughter. The warrant is sworn for Violet Waterfield, but your constable neglected to inform you that she is the Countess of Cambury. As a peeress, she can be charged with a felony only in the House of Lords.”
The magistrates looked at one another in sudden doubt.
“God,” one muttered, audible to Violet’s ears. “What a mess.”
“Is her husband present?” asked another.
“He is deceased.”
“So she’s a dowager countess, then?” He frowned.
“No,” Violet’s mother said. “The new Earl of Cambury is eleven years old.”
There was another frown. One of the magistrates rubbed his forehead. “Do the privileges of peerage accrue to peeresses whose husbands predecease them?”
“How should I know?” the other magistrate replied. “We’ve never charged a peeress before.”
White wigs bowed together in a hushed conference.
When they broke apart, the one in the middle banged his gavel sharply. “This court will adjourn until the morning,” he said, “in order to determine which body this matter must be brought before.” He looked over at Violet. “Your ladyship, I trust that we can be assured of your presence on the morrow?”
“Of course.” Violet held her head high. “I shall be here.”
“Then so shall we. Court is adjourned until tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
“I CAN’T LET THIS HAPPEN.” Sebastian slid his hands into his pockets, feeling the comforting weight of the round glass ball there. It had been only a few hours since Violet’s lecture had ended in disaster, and that thought had echoed in his head ever since. “I can’t let this happen to you.”
Violet stood in her greenhouse, the moonlight spilling over her plants, kissing her face with a pale, shimmering light.
“I don’t see how we have any choice.” She folded her arms and looked away. “Robert and Oliver are arguing law. Mama has arranged for legal counsel. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow. How can we prevent an unknown?”
She was so utterly calm, like an oak standing in stillness. Not a leaf rustled. He didn’t know how she could be so quiet, rooted as she was at the center of a maelstrom. He had no idea what to say to her, how to comfort her. He only knew that he had to make things right.
Her arms slid around herself.
God. He should have been the one to keep her safe. He should have told her what it would mean to take his place. If he’d been more circumspect in his lectures, less antagonizing, they might not be here. If he’d given that talk himself. The world was on fire with ifs, and they all pointed to the same thing. It was his fault, and he couldn’t let this happen.
She turned to him, but instead of accusation, her face was ablaze with light. “I know I should be worried,” she said, “but oh my God, Sebastian, did you see me? Did you see me?” She let out a delighted laugh.
He couldn’t help but smile. “Yes.” He slid his hands around her shoulders, drawing her close to him. “Yes. You were amazing.”
It was so easy to bend his head to hers, to feel the softness of lips he didn’t deserve to kiss, to hold on as tightly as he dared lest she slip from his grasp.
“But we have to think about tomorrow,” he told her.
“Mmm.” She shrugged. “I have to admit, I can’t quite believe that tomorrow can possibly come. This entire evening feels like a strange dream happening to someone else.”
“How odd.” Sebastian leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead. “It feels like a strange dream to me.” He reached out and took her face in his hands. “One that is happening to someone else, when it should be happening to me.”
“It is rather ridiculous.”
“No.” He took a deep breath. “Violet, listen to me. It’s my fault this has happened. I antagonized those who’ve opposed what I was saying. Is it any wonder that they’ve finally responded? They don’t want to hurt you. Only me.”
Violet frowned, turning away from him. “Even if that’s true,” she said, “that’s only because they think you’re me. That’s a circle that keeps turning, Sebastian.”