argue.'
Alesandra quit trying to get her sleeping gown off and hurried to get into bed. She thought it would be more difficult for Colin to deny her demand if she was already settled next to him. She pulled the covers over her, fluffed her pillow, and then said, 'If guilt doesn't sway you, then I'll have to remind you of my delicate condition. You won't deny the mother of your child anything.'
Colin laughed. He rolled to his side and put his arm around his wife. 'You're quite the little negotiator,' he drawled out. 'Love, it isn't that I don't want you to sleep with me, but I get up off and on all night long and I don't want to wake you. You need your rest.'
'You won't wake me,' she replied. 'A nice long letter arrived from Mother Superior today,' she said then, turning the topic. 'I left it on your desk so you could read it. The roses are in bloom all around Stone Haven now. Perhaps next year, when you take me to see our castle, all the flowers will be in their full glory. It's quite a sight, husband.'
'Lord, I really do own a castle, don't I?'
She cuddled closer to his side. 'Mother Superior was able to get the funds released from the bankers. I never doubted her ability, of course. She can be very persuasive when she wants to.'
Colin was pleased with the news. He didn't want the general to get even a fraction of Alesandra's inheritance. 'Dreyson will quit worrying,' he remarked. 'Once the money is safe in the bank here…'
'Good Lord, Colin, you don't believe Mother Superior will send the funds on to us, do you?'
'I did think…'
Her laughter stopped him. 'What is so amusing?'
'Getting the money away from the general wasn't difficult at all, but trying to get the Mother Superior to release the funds will be quite impossible.'
'Why?' he asked, still confused.
'Because she's a nun,' she answered. 'And nuns solicit funds. They don't give them up. The general wasn't any match for the mother superior, and neither are you, husband. God wants them to have the money,' she added. 'Besides, it was a gift, remember? And they can certainly put the money to good use. Dreyson will pout for a little while and then he'll forget all about it.'
Colin leaned down and kissed her. 'I love you, Alesandra.'
She'd been waiting to hear that declaration and immediately pounced on it. 'Perhaps you do love me just a little, but certainly not as much as Nathan loves Sara.'
Her announcement astonished him. He leaned up on one elbow so he could see her expression. She wasn't smiling, but there was a definite sparkle in her eyes. The little woman was up to something, all right.
'Why would you say such a thing?'
She wasn't the least affected by the growl in his voice or the scowl on his face. 'I'm negotiating again,' she explained.
'What is it you want now?' Colin was having difficulty controlling his frown. He wanted to laugh.
'You and Nathan were going to use Sara's gift from the king, and I ask-nay, I demand-you take the exact amount from my inheritance. It's only fair, Colin.'
'Alesandra…'
'I don't like being slighted, husband.'
'Slighted? Where in God's name did you come up with that notion?'
'I'm really very sleepy now. Think about the fairness in my request and let me know tomorrow. Good night, Colin.'
'I'll think about it,' he finally promised.
She didn't hear him. She was already sound asleep. Colin blew out the candles, pulled his wife close, and fell asleep minutes later.
The household hadn't completely settled down for the night. Flannaghan was still downstairs putting the finishing touches on his sister's work. He had given Meg the task of dusting the salon and was now diligently cleaning the spots she'd missed. Flannaghan was a worrier, a perfectionist as well, and until both his sisters learned the routine of the household he would continue to scrutinize their work to make certain it was up to his standards.
It was after one in the morning when he finally finished with the salon and blew out the candles. He'd just reached the foyer when a knock sounded at the front door.
Because of the late hour, Flannaghan didn't open the door to see who was there. He peeked out the side window first, recognized his employer's friend, and then unbolted the latch.
Morgan Atkins rushed inside. Before Flannaghan could explain that both Colin and Alesandra had already retired for the night, Morgan said, 'I know it's late, but this is an emergency and I've got to see Colin right away. Sir Richards will be here in a few minutes.'
'But milord has already gone to bed,' Flannaghan stammered out.
'Wake him,' Morgan snapped. He softened his voice when he added, 'We have a crisis on our hands. He'll want to know what has happened. Be quick about it, man. Richards will be here any moment now.'
Flannaghan didn't argue with the earl. He immediately turned to run up the steps. Morgan followed him. Flannaghan assumed the earl wished to wait in the study. He half turned to ask him to take a seat in the salon.
A blinding light exploded inside his head. The pain was so intense, so consuming, it overwhelmed him. There wasn't time to shout a warning, or enough strength to fight. Flannaghan was whirled into darkness the second the blow was delivered to the back of his head.
He fell backward. Morgan grasped him under his arms so the unconscious man wouldn't make any noise falling down the steps, then propped him against the banister.
He stood there staring down at the butler a long minute to make certain he hadn't just stunned him, then, satisfied he wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he turned his attention to the more important task at hand.
He crept up the stairs. In one pocket was the dagger he planned to use on Alesandra. In the other pocket was the pistol he would use to kill Colin.
His eagerness didn't make him less cautious. He'd replayed his plan over and over again inside his mind to make certain there weren't any flaws.
He was glad now he hadn't given in to his urge and killed her sooner. He'd wanted to… oh, yes, he'd wanted to, but he hadn't given in to the urge. Why, he'd even taken out the contract with Morton and Sons, naming Colin as beneficiary of course, so that the husband would be the only one who stood to gain from her death. Oh, yes, he'd been clever about what he was going to do. The princess had intrigued him from the moment he'd met her. Would there be a stronger rush killing royalty?
He smiled in anticipation. In just a few minutes he would have his answer.
He knew which bedroom belonged to Alesandra. He'd found out that interesting fact when he'd called on Colin that first time. He'd met Alesandra in the hallway outside the library, heard her mention she needed to get something from her room, and then watched her hurry down the hallway, past the first doorway and through the second. Oh, he was the clever one, all right. He'd filed that information away for possible future use and now it was going to give him the edge he needed.
He wanted to kill Alesandra first. There was surely a connecting door between the two bedrooms, and if not, then the hallway door would serve him just as well. He wanted to make Alesandra scream with her terror and her pain and watch as Colin rushed into the bedroom to save his beloved wife. Morgan would wait until Colin had taken it all in, had seen the blood pouring from Alesandra's body, and once he'd feasted on the horror and the helplessness in Colin's eyes, then he would kill him with one shot through his heart.
Colin deserved to die a slow, agonizing death, but Morgan didn't dare take such a chance. Colin was a dangerous man, and for that reason alone he would kill him quickly.
Still, the look on his face when he realized his wife was dying would be treasured in Morgan's mind a long, long while. And that would have to be enough, he decided as he slowly made his way down the dark hallway.
