Scars of Betrayal. Sophia James

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      Another touch. A further punishment. When Nat brought her into his arms blue-green eyes snapped open to his, horror blossoming into shock.

      ‘I never...faint.’

      ‘You didn’t this time, either. The debris from the chandelier hit you.’

      She was vibrating with panic, her head turned away. On reaching the smaller salon he placed her down upon a sofa, wishing he could leave.

      ‘My personal physician is amongst the guests, Nathaniel, and he is examining Miss Forsythe as we speak.’ Albi de Clare’s tone was muted and Nat saw Sandrine’s glance flicker round taking in the presence of the others who had followed them in. ‘He will come to you next.’

      ‘No.’ Already she had swung her feet onto the floor and was sitting there, head in her hands. ‘Please do not take the trouble to call him, my lord. I should not wish for any fuss and I already feel so very much...better.’ She stood on the word and just as quickly sat down, beads of sweat garnering on her top lip.

      Albi, however, was not dissuaded from seeking a medical opinion, hailing his doctor as he came into the room.

      ‘Mr Collins, could you have a look at this injury? The back of the patient’s head has connected with the remains of the lamp.’

      The old physician placed his leather satchel on a table next to the sofa before making much of extracting a pair of glasses from an outer pocket and perching them across his nose.

      ‘Certainly, sir. Those outside intimated that you were one of the first on the scene, Lord Lindsay. Was the young lady unconscious for long after this happened?’

      ‘Only for a few seconds,’ Nat answered. ‘As soon as I picked her up she seemed to regain her mind.’ Plain and simple. Everything complex and twisted would come later.

      Sitting, the physician held up two fingers.

      ‘How many do you see, my dear?’

      ‘Four.’

      The woman beside Sandrine shook her head and worried eyes went quickly to her.

      ‘Three. Two.’ Guessing for all her heart’s worth.

      ‘Do you have a headache?’

      ‘Just a small one.’

      ‘Is your right arm numb?’

      She did not answer as she dug her nails into the flesh above her elbow. So numb she did not feel it at all?

      At the doorway a group of interested onlookers had gathered, though Sandrine, marked by the blood of the other victim, looked bewildered and vulnerable. She had also begun to shake. Badly. Taking off his jacket, Nathaniel tucked it about her, for shock could be as much of an enemy as injury. He hated himself for bothering.

      ‘Warmth will help.’

      For the first time he noticed the pendant at her throat, the one he had given her in Saint Estelle before she had betrayed him. The grey fabric of her bodice had drooped to reveal the roundness of one breast and the tall woman who had followed them in knelt down to pull the gown back into place, the skin on her cheeks flaming.

      ‘Keep still, Cassie.’

      Cassie? The anger in Sandrine’s eyes was magnified by a deep and startling verdant green.

      Albi’s voice broke into his thoughts. ‘If you bring Miss Cassandra this way, Nathaniel, a carriage is waiting. Miss Northrup, if you would collect her reticule and follow us?’

      Northrup? Maureen and Cassandra Northrup? These were two of Lord Cowper’s daughters? Hell.

      A shutter had fallen across her averted eyes at the mention of her name, wariness and the cold surge of alarm evident.

      ‘I need no extra assistance, my lords. My s...sister can help me to our conveyance.’

      At that the other moved forward, pleased to be able to do something in the room with all its onlookers and the stark awkward silence.

      Within a moment they were gone, both of them, only the scent of some flower he could not name left behind.

      Hemlock? Foxgloves? Lily of the Valley? All poisonous and lethal.

      Albi watched them go, a frown across his brow. ‘The Northrup sisters may have their detractors, but it is my reasoning that with just a little time and effort they could knock the Originals from their perches. They seldom come out into society, but by all accounts their mother was beautiful, too. I think there’s a third sister, married and living in Scotland. You will need to get your jacket back.’

      ‘Perhaps.’ Nat’s tone was flat.

      ‘They live in Upper Brook Street and you can’t miss Avalon, the Northrup monstrosity.’ Nathaniel did not wait to hear more, walking out instead to the ballroom and being instantly surrounded by the newest and most beautiful débutantes of the season.

      Young women of impeccable taste and good breeding, their pasts unblemished and flawless. He smiled as he moved into their midst.

      * * *

      Cassie’s head ached and her neck stung. She knew the wax from the candle globes had burnt her, but there had been too much to ascertain about the health of the young woman to spend time thinking about her own injuries.

      Lord Lindsay.

      The physician had called him that and de Clare had named him Nathaniel. Lord Nathaniel Lindsay, the heir apparent to the earldom of St Auburn. She could not believe it, could not quite take in that her dangerous rescuer in Nay with his scarred body and quick reflexes was now a dandified lord, known across all of England for his wealth and his power, with family lineage stretching back across the centuries.

      Away from the stares, Cassie was feeling a lot better. The borrowed coat was warm, her shivers lessened by the touch of wool. She could smell him, too, here in the carriage, the depth of him and the strength and if her sister had not been right there beside her she might have breathed in further, allowing the colours of his beauty to explode inside, tantalising and teasing.

      The scent of a man who could ruin her.

      As the skin at her neck smarted beneath the heavy silk swathe of her gown, Cassie longed to take off her clothes and walk into the shallow pool at Avalon. Her mother’s pool, Alysa’s gown still upon the hook and her beads draped across a single gold-leafed chair. Papa had insisted on them staying.

      ‘Lord Lindsay has only recently returned to the social scene, but I have heard tales about him.’ Maureen watched her sister carefully, and Cassie knew that she was curious.

      ‘Tales?’

      ‘He is said to have spent some time in France. You did not meet him there, did СКАЧАТЬ