Granted, they had always been men who deserved the demolition, but that only made it more tempting to partner with him. It was easy to climb into bed with Chase. But virtually impossible to climb out.
There had been resignation in Georgiana’s eyes earlier—when he’d left her—as though she had no choice but to play Chase’s guardian.
To play his fool.
And now, staring at this girl, he understood why.
Chase held too much power over her.
Chase held too much power over every one of them.
No one had ever resisted his sway.
No one had ever been strong enough to do it.
Until now.
“I am not a fool,” the child across the desk told him.
“I never said you were,” he replied.
“I know the way of the world,” she insisted, “and I see what my mother is doing. What she’s asked you to do for her. But it isn’t right.”
He could have denied the charges, but this girl, who had spent her whole life in darkness, deserved light. “She wants to marry.”
“She doesn’t want to marry. Anyone can see that.”
He changed tack. “Sometimes, you make choices to protect the ones you love. To keep them happy.”
She narrowed her gaze on him, and he was instantly uncomfortable with the knowledge there. “Have you done that?”
He had built a life on it. “Yes.”
She watched him for a long moment, as though she could see the truth in him. Finally she said, “Was it worth it?”
It had left him deep in debt to Tremley, a man who was willing to do anything to keep his power. It had built him a life of dependence on informants and scandalmongers. But it had also built his empire, established his power. Kept Cynthia safe.
And it would keep Georgiana and Caroline safe, as well.
Even if it would not make him worthy of them.
“I would do it again without question.”
She thought on that. “What about keeping my mother happy?”
He would do that, too, if only she’d let him.
He smiled at the girl. “Your mother has made her goals clear.”
“Me, in a house somewhere, preparing for Society events.”
He nodded once. “Eventually. Until then, I think she’d just like you to be happy.”
There was a long silence, until Caroline said, “Do you have children?”
“I do not,” he replied. But as he looked at this girl, all strength and smarts, like her mother, he thought perhaps he might like one or two.
“It isn’t only she who wants me happy,” she said after a long pause. “I wish her happy, as well.”
As did he. Quite desperately.
He stood, having every intention of coming around the desk to—he didn’t know what—but he hoped it would be the right thing to comfort this girl who so clearly wanted to have some control over her life.
He stopped, however, when he saw the small ecru square on the desk, and recognized the seal there.
It was from Chase.
He was opening it before he could stop himself, reading the words written black and forceful across the paper.
Rage flared, hot and welcome, not because of the fact that he had lost his membership—there were a dozen other clubs that would have him—and not because of the insistence that he stay away from Georgiana.
The fury came with the single, possessive word that rippled through him like poison. Our.
Our Anna.
He wanted to roar his disagreement with the words. She was not Chase’s. Not any longer. She was his. She, and the girl who sat across from him.
He would get them their new life.
He would keep them safe.
He might not know what was to come, but he knew this: Chase’s power was at an end. Duncan wanted him weakened, never again dictating his actions, or Georgiana’s, or Caroline’s. Duncan would see them protected from Chase and his unmatched control. And he would see them blossom.
Even if they were not with him when they did.
“Let me take you home. Your companion will no doubt be terrified to have lost you.” He came around the desk, noticing that she watched him carefully.
“What of my request?”
“I’m afraid that I already have an arrangement with your mother. She wants a marriage, and I have promised to help her.”
“It is a bad idea.”
He knew it. She would not be content with marriage. She would certainly not be content with Langley. And he wanted her content.
He wanted her blissful.
He could make her so.
Of course, he couldn’t. Not really. Not with his past. Not with the future that loomed every time Tremley threatened.
“What is in the message?” Caroline asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing of import.”
“I don’t believe you,” she replied, her gaze falling to his hand, where the paper was crushed in his fist.
He looked down at it, then said, “It is the next move in a game I’ve been playing for years.”
Her gaze turned curious. “Are you losing?”
He shook his head, his next step resolved, for the woman he loved. “Not any longer.”
Chapter 18
. . . It is the opinion of this publication that Lady G— has been fully returned to society. At the S— Ball last evening, the lady was given not a single respite from the festivities. And she was seen dancing with Lord L— on three separate occasions . . .