Rohan’s smile was ugly. “No. I’m busy tonight.” He started after her, and Charles made one last attempt to stop him, grabbing for his arm.
“You can’t hurt her,” he repeated somewhat desperately.
Rohan stopped, turning to look at his old friend who knew him so little. “I wouldn’t think of hurting her.” Everything unbearable in this life had narrowed down to focus on Miss Elinor Harriman. He’d been a fool, and he’d waited too long. The waiting was over. “I merely intend to finish what I started.”
Elinor kept close to the sides of the buildings. It was unlikely anyone would see her. Lights spilled from the windows on the upper floors of the house, but the ground floor was mostly dark. Anyone still awake would hardly be looking outside, not when there was such decadent entertainment to be had inside. She was probably worrying needlessly.
Maison de Giverney was huge, the size of an English country house in the heart of Paris. Her newly healed feet were freezing, the night sharp and cold and clear, like Rohan’s heart. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her and moved on. The high walls ended in a narrow gate, and she almost thought she saw a carriage there. In the dark and shadows she couldn’t be certain, but it seems her mysterious savior wasn’t content with simply helping her escape the house.
She moved away from the shelter of the stables, when a familiar, drawling voice sent chills through her body. “Did I give you permission to leave?”
She spun around, like a fool, when she should have simply run. He was standing in the darkness, a mere silhouette, but there was something about his voice that sent shivers through her body. Something was wrong, something very bad had happened, and her first, mad instinct was to reach out to him, to reassure him, to hold him…
She knew insanity when it blossomed in her heart. She turned to run, but it was already too late. He caught her as she fled, and there was no gentleness in his hands as he imprisoned her wrists, hurting her.
“Your broke your contract,” he said in a cool voice. “I find I have a great dislike of cheats, Miss Harriman.”
“I’m not a cheat,” she said hotly.
“Are you not? You agreed to remain here with your sister as hostage for your good behavior. And now I find you running off in the middle of the night. Though perhaps I was wrong, and it wasn’t actual escape you were seeking. Perhaps you were just meeting a lover for an assignation and then planned to return to your room, once more presenting yourself as the proud demivirgin wounded by a cruel life.”
His voice was mocking, cold. Different. She’d heard him speak in that voice before, when a servant had displeased him, and she remembered the terror in their eyes. She had the same unexpected fear inside her heart.
It was a waste of time but she said it anyway. “Let me go.” She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened on her wrist, so hard she cried out.
“I think not.” He started back toward the house, ignoring her struggles. She had one last, despairing glimpse of the coach waiting for her, and then he yanked her forward.
She stumbled once, falling to her knees in the snow, but he simply hauled her up again, barely pausing. There were servants waiting to open the doors for him when he approached, and she expected him to release her, to order one of the footmen to accompany her to her room, more prison guard than servant. But he didn’t, dragging her after him along the wide corridors, up the broad marble stairs, past some of his more flagrant guests. She heard catcalls, a few cries of encouragement, but Rohan ignored them all, ignored her stumbling attempts to slow him down. He was intent, cold, furious, and for the first time since she’d met him she understood the ferocity behind the name. King of Hell. He terrified her.
She tried to talk with him once more when they reached the second floor, tried to reason with him, and he halted, dragging her in front of him. The sight of his face sent a chill through her. It was cold, blank, emotionless. “Pray refrain from making excuses, Miss Harriman,” he said in that cold, angry voice. “I have yet to hit a woman unless she’s requested it in sex play, but I’m always interested in