Steels Edge

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  Richard pictured driving the blade of his sword into Brennan’s eye. Everything within him wanted Brennan’s blood. He stood poised on the edge of his blade, fighting to keep his balance.

  “Casside, are you unwell?” Lorameh asked, looking at him very carefully. “You haven’t said a word. ”

  Answer, you fool. Say something.

  He forced his lips to move. “I have a headache. I think I shall retire. ”

  “It’s the flowers,” Lorameh said. “That much perfume and pollen mixing together, it’s a wonder the lot of us haven’t collapsed from breathing it in. Let’s get a drink, my friend. ”

  Richard willed himself to move, but his feet remained rooted to the floor.

  “Come now,” Lorameh said. “You’ll feel better after some fresher air and a bit of wine. ”

  Staying here, watching the two of them, would do nothing except put him at risk of jeopardizing everything. Richard turned, snapping the chain of jealousy and pain that anchored him in place, and followed Lorameh into the castle, where drinks had been set out.

  * * *

  CHARLOTTE wiggled her toes in the ceramic footbath. Dancing barefoot across the ancient stone wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences. She’d stepped twice on some sharp pebble, and the dirt of the stones, although they had been cleaned, was now permanently embedded in her feet. She’d soaped them, scrubbed, and even tried a pumice stone, but the dirt remained. Finally, she had resorted to soaking.

  It went so much better than expected. She had made an impression on Brennan and coincidentally a favorable impression upon the Marchesa. Brennan was feeling distinctly possessive. He held on to her a few moments too long after the dance and seemed unwilling to step away from her side. She finally excused herself to the washroom. He waited nearby, but she’d bet that a lone royal cousin wouldn’t remain unattended for too long, and she proved right. A group of Louisianan ladies surrounded him, and she quietly made her escape.

  She found Sophie at Spider-Sebastian’s table, attentively listening as he debated some point of Louisianan politics with some older man and his entourage. While they made their good nights and said thank-yous for the stream of compliments received, Charlotte composed a devastating chewing-out in her head, which she delivered the moment they stepped into their quarters and shut the door. Sophie listened to every word and at the end hugged her, said, “Thank you, you’re the best,” and disappeared into her room.

  Charlotte stood by the door, staring at it for a little while, not sure what to do, and went to take a shower. And now she was soaking her feet.

  Charlotte slumped back in her chair. The room was quiet and dark around her. The glass doors to the balcony were open, and the night wind sifted through the gauzy white drapes. A big, pale moon lit the sky and the stone rail of the balcony. Beyond it, the river stretched, reflecting the moonlight.

  How did she even end up here? Eight weeks ago she was just plain Charlotte living her life quietly in the Edge. Now she was attending a royal wedding, her name out in the open. She thought of Lady Augustine. Her surrogate mother wouldn’t have approved of airing out the name. The moment her adoption was made public, she’d become a target for the enterprising social climbers. But then the name was the least of her worries. She’d broken her oath. Lady Augustine would be horrified to know how far her star pupil had fallen.

  A rope dropped from above, stretching to the balcony.

  Charlotte blinked.

  The rope was still there.

  Feet in dark boots slid into her view, followed by long, lean legs, followed by narrow hips, a muscular chest clothed in dark fabric. Richard.

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She tried to get up and splashed water all over the plush white rug. Damn it. And now she was swearing in her head. Wonderful.

  Charlotte stepped out of the bath and ran to the balcony on her toes.

  He landed on the rail.

  “What are you doing?” she hissed in a loud whisper.

  “I had to see you. ”

  “What? Get on that rope. You’re going to ruin everything. ”

  “Brennan isn’t everything. ”

  His face was sharpened, almost contorted, by desperation.

  “What is it?” she whispered. “Did something bad happen? Are you hurt?”

  He jumped off the rail, pulled her inside the room, and clamped her to him. His mouth found hers, hot, possessive, and demanding. He kissed her as if this was the last time he would see her.

  For a moment she almost melted, but alarm won out. “Richard, you’re scaring me. ”

  “Let’s go away,” he whispered. “Let’s just leave, you and me. ”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I don’t want to lose you. I love you, Charlotte. Come with me. ”

  She studied his face. “Are you jealous of Brennan?”

  “Yes. ”

  Oh, for the love of . . . “Richard!”

  “I know that I can’t give you a title or riches or—”

  She put her hand on his mouth. “Shut up. I have a title and riches. You don’t get to abort the plan because you didn’t like that I danced with him. ”

  “You liked it,” he said through her hand.

  “No, I didn’t. ”

  “You looked like you were enjoying it. ”

  “I was supposed to look like I enjoyed it, you moron. It’s called ‘acting. ’”

  He looked at her, clearly at a loss for words.

  “If you can go under the knife risking death, I can dance with Brennan and parade in front of him in my underwear. ”

  “What?”

  She shouldn’t have said that.

  “Charlotte?”

  “I let him see me half-undressed. I’ll model it for you later if you wish. Now you need to get out!” She pushed him onto the balcony. “Get out, get out, get out. And take your rope with you. You’re too old for this. I’m too old for this. ” She shut the glass doors.

  He stood for a long moment, then jumped, caught the rope, and pulled himself up.

  Charlotte fell backward onto the bed. Idiot. Moron. He scaled the wall for her like some sort of robber-prince from an adventure novel. Climbed a rope in a fit of jealousy. Really, who climbs a rope?

  A knock sounded through her door. Now what? She walked over, pulling her thin robe tighter around herself, and checked the glass window in the door. Brennan.

  “This is highly improper,” she said through the door.

  “I’m a highly improper man. ”

  “Who shall remain in the hallway. ”

  “Charlotte, I just wish to talk. ”

  “One moment. ”

  Charlotte walked over to a communicator and dialed the castle staff. The gears spun and a man’s face appeared above the copper half sphere. “At your service, my lady. ”

  “Robert Brennan is at my door. He wishes to have a conversation. I require an escort. ”

  The man turned away for a moment and faced her again. “The escort has been dispatched. They will be at your door in twenty seconds. ”

  “Thank you. ”

  She walked over to the door and peered through the glass. Moments crawled by. She counted to twenty in her head. At eighteen, a man and a woman in castle uniform rounded the corner and came to a halt by her door.

  Charlotte unlocked it.

  Brennan sighed. “Chaperones? Are we children?”

  “We are adults, which is exactly why I require witnesses. ”

  He grinned. “Do I scare you, Charlotte?”

  “Your Highness, I’ve seen things that would turn most people’s hair white overnight. I don’t fear you. I’m simply being prudent. ”

  He tilted his head. “You undo your hair at night. ”

  “Of course. ” Wearing her hair down wasn’t one of the best hairstyles for her. She looked much better with an updo, but her scalp did h
ave to rest at some point.

  “Why did you leave?”

  “My ward had enough excitement for the evening. ”

  “The little girl? Who is she to you?”

  “She’s the daughter of a friend. Her mother is dead, and her father is unfit to care for her. ”

  Brennan shook his head. “This would be so much better without an audience. ”

  “And that’s precisely why we have one. ”

  “I’d like to continue our acquaintance,” he said.

  “Are you fond of tea in the morning?”

  “I could be. ”

  “In that case, I could give a morning tea tomorrow at ten. ”

  “In that case, I would definitely attend. Who else will be there?”

  “My ward and I. If you’re planning to attend, perhaps I will invite a couple of other people to maintain propriety. ”

  “You seem to be very concerned with propriety. ”

  You seem to be very concerned with making a profit on selling children into slavery. “There are times when I can be inappropriate. ”

  A small, hungry light sparked in Brennan’s eyes. “How inappropriate?”

  “If you bide your time, perhaps I’ll show you. ”

  He grinned. “You’re going to make it into a game, aren’t you?”

  “If you choose to look at it that way. ”

  “I love games. ” He leaned forward, picked up her hand, and kissed her fingers. “I never lose. ”

  She leaned toward him and said, pronouncing the words very clearly, “Go to bed, Your Highness. ”

  He smiled, a self-satisfied, happy baring of teeth, and headed down the hallway.

  “Thank you,” she said to the escort.

  “Of course, my lady,” they chorused.

  Charlotte shut the door, locked it, turned, and ran into Richard.

  “I told you to leave. ”

  He stared at the door with that familiar predatory focus. “I’m going to kill him. ”

  “No, you won’t. You will climb your rope and leave. ”

  He wasn’t listening to her. He wasn’t even looking at her. He simply moved to the door, and she knew that she had to stop him now, or he would chase after Brennan and fight him, and their entire scheme would crumble.