he lit a taper, and she could see his face then, beautiful, brutal, a fallen angel reigning in hell.
“I have a cousin—” she began.
“Marcus Harriman will be of no use to you. My lawyers will ensure it.”
Ice again. Her only recourse was not to show it. “Indeed?” she said coolly. “Then pray tell, what are your terms? What kind of agreement do you wish to come to?”
“You should be glad, my precious. I’m being quite reasonable and almost gentlemanly.” He waited a moment as she laughed in disbelief. “I have no designs upon your so-lovely body. It’s your mind I want. Now, any wise person would understand that that’s a much greater sacrifice, but women tend to be valued for their cunts, and as long as I leave that alone you won’t be totally ruined.”
“Your language is foul.”
“I’m foul, darling. Haven’t you discovered that yet? But as long as you willingly keep me company your sister will be safe.”
“For how long?”
He appeared struck. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said. “Clearly you are used to haggling in the marketplace—I salute you. How long?” He tapped his long white fingers against his chin. “In truth, I can’t imagine growing tired of you, but I’m bound to, sooner rather than later. And I’m a fair man…don’t scoff, precious…I should pick a reasonable amount of time. Shall we say until the end of Easter? It has a certain lovely symbolism. At the time your God has risen from the dead you get to go free.”
“Not my God,” she snapped.
“You continue to amaze me,” he said. “Consider this—your sister will join Mrs. Clarke at the château, where she will be well looked-after. You will stay here with me on some pretext. You’re a more experienced liar than I am—I don’t usually have to bother. You’ll come up with something. You keep me company during Lent and the Revels of the Heavenly Host and come Easter morn you get to rise from the dead and start a new life. With a generous stipend from me to ensure that life is prosperous. How does that sound?”
“Blasphemy is far from attractive.”
“I thought he wasn’t your God?” he murmured. “And I’m not particularly worried about you finding me attractive, pet.”
“Because you have no designs on my body,” Elinor supplied.
“No, sweetness. Because you’re already completely fascinated by me, and nothing’s going to change that. It doesn’t matter what I say or do. You’re trapped, like a sweet little moth in a spider web.”
“You may find you’re mistaken, my lord. You may have a wasp in your web.”
“Oh, I do hope so, child,” Rohan said, rising. He blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness again. “I’ll have the agreement drawn up for your signature tomorrow morning.”
“Drawn up? You expect me to sign something?”
“But of course. That way, if you renege I have merely to show the contract to a few influential people to destroy you completely.”
She looked at the shadowy form in the darkness. “I’m not sure there’s much difference between my current position and total destruction.”
“Your sister is the difference, my pet. Do we have an agreement?”
She wanted to scream at him, rage at him, beat at him with her fists. She did nothing. Later, when she was alone, in the darkness of her bedroom where no one would see or hear, she would give in to grief and rage. For now she would show him none of it. “We do. Now may I sleep? I find I’m quite fatigued.” She even managed a creditable yawn.
“Indeed. Madame is waiting for me and she tends to be quite insatiable. I can only hope that I have not stayed away so long that three men have taken my place.”
“Why three?”
“Darling, it takes that many to replace my skills.”
To her astonishment she felt a brief caress against her face. An impossibility, because he’d already gone. With shaking hands she lit the candle beside her bed. To scare away the shadows, perhaps. She peered through the darkness, but she was alone.
Elinor slipped out of bed, cursing at the pain in her feet. She’d forgotten about it, but in truth, it was already improving. She limped over to the salon, but there was no sign of him. There were two doors leading into her room—she went to the first to lock it and found it was already bolted from the inside. She hobbled across the room to the second door, the one that led to the dressing room, to find that it,