Wicked Again (The Wickeds #7) - Kathleen Ayers Page 0,80
if you are correct, how in the world would Marissa accomplish such a thing? You’re assigning her a great amount of deviousness of which you’ve no proof.”
“Poor Catherine was broken-hearted.” Lydia sniffed.
Trent thought Catherine was more likely dismayed at losing Kendicott’s fortune rather than the man himself.
“You don’t know her at all.”
“I still fail to see how I am involved in your quarrel with Marissa. If there is a survey or a dispute about the Blue John mine it isn’t any of my affair and should be handled by the courts.” Trent set down his glass. He wanted the coiled snake drinking brandy out of his mother’s china teacup to depart the premises. He needed time to sort out Lydia’s words. “I’ll see you out.”
“I fear you are deeply involved, dear boy.” Lydia pierced him with a brutal look, not bothering to move from the sofa even though Trent was showing her the door. “As I told you, Marissa had no reservations about ruining my daughter’s courtship with Mr. Kendicott, and she would have no compunction about doing the same to my son.”
“Her son fell in love with Petra Grantly. I doubt she orchestrated—”
“I’m not talking about that little tart,” Lydia spat out. “Morwick is welcome to her. Yesterday as I rode through the park, I spied Miss Higgins, my son’s new betrothed, sitting on a bench and conversing with a handsome gentleman who, after making inquiries, I’m told is Captain Ross Nighter.”
Trent turned at the mention of the name. Nighter was the gentleman Marissa had been conversing with at the theater. The one he’d accused her of having a tryst with. Lady Waterstone had assured Trent when he’d called on her that wasn’t the case.
An odd choking sound came from Lydia. It took a moment for Trent to realize the horrible noise was laughter. “I see you know the name, Trent. Nighter is a flagrant womanizer. A dishonorable man, though he served his country. He is also engaged in a torrid affair with Lady Waterstone, Marissa’s closest friend. I am not comfortable with the coincidence.”
“I think you are drawing conclusions where there ought to be none.”
“Captain Nighter is a problem for us both, Trent. If you think for one moment Nighter striking up a friendship with Miss Higgins who is betrothed to my son is mere coincidence, then you are a bigger fool than I originally thought. I see Marissa’s hand in this accidental friendship and unless you implore her to stop this nonsense immediately, we will all end up begging in the streets. She’ll attempt to ruin the girl publicly, in front of as much of the ton as possible.” Lydia put a finger to her lips. “Lady Ralston’s ball, I think. Everyone in London is invited to hear Lord and Lady Ralston announce the engagement of their daughter.”
Trent said nothing, wishing he could simply toss Lydia out the window. Perhaps start the day over and avoid her visit altogether.
“You must implore her to cease these attempts to punish me and my son when we’ve done nothing wrong.” Lydia’s eyes gleamed with righteous indignation.
Trent doubted that was completely true. She watched him far too closely, obviously greedy in her desire for him to believe every word she spoke. Trent’s mind was already connecting the threads of her wild tale, picking out the pieces which held a ring of truth.
Marissa’s absolute hatred of Pendleton on full display at Duckworth’s.
“What makes you believe it is Marissa who is behind all your problems, Lydia?” But Trent’s gut told him even before she answered. Hadn’t he sensed a hint of her father, the ‘Old Spider’, dwelling inside Marissa?
A brittle laugh bubbled up her throat along with the fumes of the brandy in her tea. “Don’t be foolish, Trent. Who do you think bought up all of my son’s markers to begin with?”
Several days after Lydia’s visit, Trent walked into Marissa’s private parlor where a small table had been set for an intimate dinner. A fire burned and popped in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the entire room and the woman waiting for him.
His heart thumped hard twice in a row, as it always did at the sight of Marissa. At times, he felt like a youth in the throes of his first crush, except this was no youthful infatuation. Nor was his feeling for her simple lust. It had gone far, far beyond an uncomplicated physical relationship.