bone.
He sighed, looking out the window of the carriage for a time. “Ages ago. She was sister to a schoolmate.”
“And you weren’t a duke.”
He gave a little huff of laughter at that. “No. If I had been . . .” It was his turn to trail off.
“If you had been?” Lily prompted, and he looked to her, finding her gaze locked on his, waiting. She was still and straight, as though she could wait forever for an answer. She wasn’t getting it.
He shook his head.
“You wanted her?”
Like nothing he’d ever wanted before. He’d wanted all the things she’d represented. All the pretty promises she’d never given.
He’d wanted it all. Like a fool.
Lily did not move for a long while, and Alec refused to ask what she was thinking, instead saying, “So, you see, Lillian, I know what it is not to get the match you wanted.”
She nodded. “It seems so.”
Silence fell between them, and Alec became more and more aware of her in the darkness, of her long legs beneath the silk skirts of her dress, of her graceful hands, wrapped in kidskin, clasped together in her lap.
Those hands began to consume him. He watched them, wishing they were not gloved. Wishing he could see them, bare. Wishing he could touch them.
Wishing they could touch him.
He sat straight at that. She was not for touching.
And he was not for her to touch.
He looked out the window again. How far could they possibly be from the damn dog house? Not close enough, clearly.
And then she said, softly, “I thought he loved me.”
The sentence undid him, flooding him with jealousy and fury and a keen desire to stop the carriage, find Hawkins, and finish what he had started earlier. He flexed his right hand, the welcome sting of his knuckles reminding him that he’d done good damage, but not enough.
“Did you love him?” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. The answer wasn’t for him to know.
And then she answered, slowly destroying him with every word. “My mother died when I was a child. My father never remarried, and when he died, I went to live with the duke. He was kind enough. He settled me. Provided me with rooms and a more than generous allowance.” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “He took great pains to be a good guardian. He intended to give me a season, you know. Before he died. But he wasn’t a substitute for a family.”
“And the staff?” he asked, remembering how little they knew of her.
She smiled, small and sad in the moonlight. “They don’t know how to interact with me. I’m neither fish nor fowl. Not an aristocrat. Not a servant. Not family. Not entirely guest. Untouchable. Doubly so, somehow.” She paused, wrapping her arms around herself, as though to ward off a chill. Looked away. “I would go months without being touched by another person, beyond a maid helping to button a dress, a gloved hand taking mine to help me into a carriage.”
His gaze fell to her hands again, and he loathed the gloves anew. “Your room. Under the stairs.”
She lifted one shoulder in that shrug again. “It was nice to hear people. Up and down the stairs. At least I was reminded that there were others in the world. At least I was close to them, physically. Even if I didn’t have them in my life.
“I would hear them laugh . . . the girls. They would giggle all the way down the stairs about some silly thing I never knew of. And I would have given anything to trade places with them. To be with them. Instead of where I was—in between worlds.”
“Lily,” he said, his chest aching with desire to erase all that time alone.
She’d never be alone again. He’d make sure of it.
“I would wonder sometimes—if I’d ever touch another person again. If I’d ever be loved.” Looked back to Alec, the truth in her eyes. “He made me feel loved.”
The words wrecked him, at once making him want to gather her close and set her far away. And then crush Hawkins into dust for taking advantage of Lily. “And you? Did you love him?”
She looked away again. “Who can say?”
Alec hated the words. The way they did not deny her feelings. He could say. He wanted to put the words in her mouth. The categorical denial. Instead, he said, “He did not deserve you.”
One side of her lovely lips rose. “You have a terribly