A Proposition For The Comte. Sophia James

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      ‘You think that you can get away with this, you French bastard, just walk in here and have society at your feet?’

      The shorter fellow standing before de Beaumont had pulled himself right up into the Comte’s face and had raised his voice in a threatening manner.

      ‘You are more than inebriated, sir, and most irritating with it. Perhaps you should go away?’ These words were strained and less than flattering, the Comte’s accent all perfect English privilege and wealth.

      But the other man was not backing off, whether by reason of hard liquor or of poor judgement, and she watched him raise his fist and slam it directly into the mouth of the Frenchman.

      A general gasp emanated all around them and there was a skittering as those in the burst of violence rushed out of the way, the exodus bringing her in closer to the action. It was easy to see the fury on de Beaumont’s face.

      Another assailant spun into the fracas, but the Comte simply caught his hand and twisted it, the aggressor screaming in pain. Then everything disintegrated as further punches were thrown. Suddenly the whole side at this end of the room seemed to be involved in a brawling fight.

      This would never have happened in any other social situation of the ton, but those here this evening were a varied lot and the chance of a fight seemed to be exactly what they were waiting for.

      De Beaumont looked more than at home and he was a most proficient adversary, for he shook off his assailants while barely breaking a sweat.

      Violet shouted out a warning as a further man came from behind him, but already Antonia was pulling at her arm.

      ‘Come, Violet. It is dangerous to be so close. There is no sense here—’

      She did not finish, for there was the crash of a body hard against their own and then dizziness. When Violet put her hand up to her head she felt a sizeable lump and she straightened her silk turban with shaking fingers.

      The room stood still, a slow-motion dance of eyes turning, the floating yellow fabric ballooned against each wall strange and blurring. Sound seemed diminished and distant and she was having difficulty in breathing.

      Tilting her head, she saw the Comte watching her, blood on his lip and fury in his eyes. Then Antonia grabbed at her and lead her away.

      ‘Are you hurt, Violet? My goodness, I have never in my whole life seen such a terrible thing.’

      Her head ached and she was dizzy, but she did not wish to make a fuss. Amara was at her side now, too, shaking her head.

      ‘We should not have come here—I knew it. The Creightons have little taste and even less sense. We should leave straight away.’

      With a ringing in her ears and a feeling of nausea rising, Violet did just as they both wanted her to and turned for the door.

      The French Comte had disappeared and she thought that he would just have to take his chances even with a recent bullet wound to the side. Only a few weeks had passed since his being almost dead and she imagined that he might have had the sense to lie low and recover. The beautiful woman he had been attached to was nowhere to be seen, either, so perhaps they had both left together? That realisation was surprisingly hurtful and she quickly shook it away.

      Violet awoke in her room just as the clock outside in the hallway struck three. The Comte de Beaumont sat on the chair beside the bed, watching her. Surprisingly, she felt in no danger at all.

      ‘I am sorry for what happened tonight.’

      Violet held up her hand as though to stop any apology.

      ‘How did you get in?’

      ‘Your locks are very flimsy. It would be safer to have them changed.’

      Ignoring that, she sat up further. The evening before had been like a small window into the life of a man for whom violence was a common theme and she could scarcely believe that he was here. ‘Who are you?’

      ‘Aurelian de la Tomber. My friends call me Lian.’

      ‘And am I that? A friend?’

      ‘You tried to help me a few hours ago. Why?’

      ‘Help you?’ She was stalling for time and he knew it.

      ‘By calling out. By warning me. By involving yourself in something you should not have.’

      ‘Because you are dangerous?’

      ‘Completely.’ One word ground out slowly. One word that didn’t seem quite so English now. ‘And you got wounded because of it.’

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