Not a lord.
In that moment, the coachman returned alongside her husband’s sister. As he pulled another trunk from the carriage’s roof, Kara ushered a rather dumbfounded Anne inside. “Come, let’s give them a moment,” she said with a slight wink to her brother.
Who were these people? How could they behave in such a…such a…?
“Why are you here?” her husband snarled again, drawing her attention back to him. “Did London not uphold all its…promises?”
London.
Town.
Civilisation.
Again, panic welled up in Madeline’s chest as she pictured Anne unpacking her trunks. She could not stay! She had to go! But where?
Lights began to dance before her eyes as she realised that she had nowhere to go. After all, was that not why she had come in the first place? Because there had been nowhere else to go?
“Let go of me!” she demanded rather breathlessly as her hands began to shove against his chest. “I cannot stay! Not here! I need to go! I…” Her words flew together in a nonsensical ramble fuelled by panic and desperation that gave her strength.
However, despite her best efforts, her husband remained in place, one arm slung around her waist, holding her tightly. Lost in blind panic, Madeline dimly noticed his left-hand brush over her cheek, felt his work-worn skin against her own as it settled on the small of her neck, before his head lowered, blocking out the setting sun, and his mouth closed over hers.
A shock wave rushed through her at his touch, stilling her limbs and drowning out her panic. As chaos and mayhem swirled around her, Madeline dove into the kiss as though it were a lifeline. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, brushing against his bare chest, and her lips opened under his.
At her willing surrender, a desperate growl tore from his throat, and he deepened the kiss, crushing her against him.
Then, as abruptly as he had seized her, her husband wrenched his lips from hers, staring down at her with a mixture of regret and desire.
Grateful that his hands remained on her waist steadying her as she began to sway, Madeline drew in a deep breath, her head suddenly clear like the sky after a raging storm. “I never asked for another kiss,” she reminded him, feeling an inexplicable need to tease him, to prolong their intimacy in any way she could.
He nodded in acknowledgement, his dark eyes holding hers. “But you needed one,” he whispered, and his gaze once more dipped lower as though temptation was still calling to him.
“Did you?” she asked then, watching his face carefully. If she did not know any better, she would think their kiss had touched him as deeply as it had touched her. Her heart warmed at the thought that he had seen her panic, seen her need for reassurance. Even though they always snapped at each other like dogs, Madeline could not shake the feeling that he knew her. Maybe his soul recognised hers on a deeper level that she could not explain. Maybe they were kindred spirits.
Madeline smiled as that thought warmed her chilled fingers.
Her husband’s face remained almost immobile, his own mask possibly even more perfected than her own. However, she did not miss the slight quiver in his lips as he drew in a deep breath, his gaze still locked with hers. Still, as expressive as his eyes were as they travelled over her face, his lips remained sealed, not a single word escaping them.
Recognising her husband’s stern expression for what it was?a desperate need to hide his emotions?Madeline could not ignore the devilish desire to tease him some more. “So, is this the way between a husband and wife?” she asked, delighted with the way his gaze narrowed. “Can you simply pull me into your arms and kiss me whenever you wish?” Grinning, she bit her lower lip as the muscles in his jaw tightened. “Am I free to do so as well?”
If he had seemed taken aback before, at her last question, his finely crafted mask slid off his face, and he stared at her with utter surprise.
For a long while, they looked at each other, and Madeline realised that she had never felt closer to anyone than in that very moment. However, then her husband blinked, and from one second to the next, the line of his jaw hardened as though anger had suddenly seized him. “Have I not told you that you’re free to do as you wish…in every regard?”
Confused, Madeline looked at him, trying to understand this sudden change. Had she offended him somehow? Had her question been improper? Even for a wife? Had she been wrong, and he had merely kissed her to shake her out of her panic? Had there been no other reason?
As her head began to swirl again, Madeline felt her husband’s arm slide from her waist. Then he took her by the elbow and escorted her inside. “Welcome to Huntington House,” he mumbled beside her, a sharp edge to his voice that felt like a stab to her heart.
Inside, the house looked as old and abandoned as it did from the outside. Although everything was clean and tidy, the wallpaper was faded, the furniture old and often near collapsing, and every wooden surface from the panelling to the banister looked in desperate need of a carpenter’s attention.
Passing by an almost empty drawing room as well as several closed doors, Madeline allowed her husband to guide her to the back of the house. Her confusion grew as he pushed open a door and she found herself in the kitchen.
Never in her life had Madeline set foot in a kitchen, and she did not intend to start now!
However, her husband’s grasp on her arm did not ease, and she had no choice but to stumble into the room after him.
In the middle of the kitchen stood a large table, chairs situated around it. Additional work benches were set along the side of the wall that was spotted by two windows, allowing in the faint light of the late afternoon sun.
As they entered, Madeline’s coachman as well as her lady’s maid jumped to their feet, looks of bewilderment on their faces as they glanced around uneasily.
In the back by the work benches, two servants seemed to be working on the evening meal. However, when the younger one of them turned to greet them, Madeline almost fainted with shock as she recognised the young woman as Kara, her husband’s sister.
“You’ve already met Kara,” her husband said, his voice hard, as he pulled her forward. “This is my mother Elisabeth.”
The older woman, her greying hair pulled back into a tight chignon, stepped toward her with a kind smile on her face. “Call me Bessy,” she said, her voice cheerful, and yet, Madeline thought to detect a touch of caution. “After all, we’re family.”
Family?
For a moment, Madeline felt as though she would faint, and her fingernails dug into her husband’s arm as she fought the threatening darkness that seemed to encroach on her from all sides. Had she strayed into a nightmare? This could not possibly be true! In fact, it was far worse than anything she could have imagined!
Feeling strangely detached, Madeline found herself pushed into a chair as Kara and Bessy ? Bessy! ? went about setting the table. With wide eyes, her coachman and lady’s maid stood in the corner, uncertain as to what to do before they, too, were ushered into a chair. Keeping their gazes averted, they sat in silence while her husband’s family chatted on happily, uttering their delight over her unexpected arrival.
When steaming bowls filled with an unidentifiable stew were set on the table, the door opened once again and a tall, lanky man as well as a small boy strolled inside.