me as I am, and Rose Hawkins is no saint.
What a damnable situation.
He bore down on the brush savagely, and Sunset snaked his head about and nipped him in protest. Not that painful, but a reminder that Sunset would not put up with mistreatment.
If the situation were different-
Then I might well find myself in an equally damnable situation. She is not some pretty fool to be swept off her feet as I impersonate a prince in a fairy tale. How could I possibly propose to her as myself without giving her cause to resent me? 'Here I am, handsome, rich, powerful, and shouldn't you be pleased that I, in all my glory, have deigned to make you my bride?' Or she'll think I'm making the offer out of a sense of obligation, and that would make any normal human feel strongly resentful.
Perhaps, in time, he might be able to persuade her that he was sincere-but she might not be willing to grant him the time.
She had a life of her own before her father died. She can resume her education, get her doctoral degree, and go on to a fine and respected career as an historical scholar and Lady Professor. She does not need me or any man-to give purpose to her life, for she already had it, earned by her own effort and no one else's.
With a sigh, he put up the brush and currycomb, and saw to Sunset's dinner.
There was no answer; the prospects were equally bleak whether he reverted to his former self or remained as he was. She could not love him as a beast, and probably would not love him as a man.
The best he could do would be to conceal his true feelings, and continue on as they were. If he could not have her love, he would at least not spoil the friendship.
He left Sunset to his grain, and turned his steps back toward the house, prepared to hide his feelings forever, if need be.
Fortunately, the mask of the beast made it damnably easy to hide the heart of the man.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Paul du Mond watched in fascinated detachment as hands that did not seem to belong to him slowly drove a potent load of clear, pink-tinged liquid into his vein through the medium of the syringe needle. The hands squeezed the plunger hard as the last of the liquid entered his body; he wanted to be certain he got every precious drop. Beltaire was generous with his drugs, but du Mond was not going to repay that generosity with wastefulness.
'What did you say this was?' he asked Beltaire, as he removed the bandage from around his elbow, and felt the first rush of euphoria hit him. He sat back on his bed, and watched Simon through a sweet haze of pleasure.
'I didn't,' Beltaire replied casually. 'A little of this, a bit of that, actually, including a few things known only to The Great Beast's devotees. You've had most of them in single doses already. It is a blend designed to last longer than cocaine, yet one which will not send the partaker into a mindless dreamworld like many of the opiates. Eventually, it will free your spirit-eyes so that you can see beyond what fools call the real world into the many worlds beyond this one.' Paul nodded wisely, although in his current euphoric state he probably would have nodded wisely had Beltaire recited a nursery-rhyme.
'I don't suppose you've heard anything more about the virgin child your suppliers were supposed to get you?' the Firemaster continued, raising an interrogative eyebrow. 'We really must have a virgin for the final ceremony opening up all four Elements to you.' He sighed. 'Best of all, of course, would be virgin above the age of puberty, but that's too much to hope for from these Chinese slave-merchants. They never can resist sampling their wares.'
Du Mond shook his head, and a deep, hot anger awakened from the coals that were always glowing within his soul. He had paid, and paid dearly, well in advance of delivery-and all his supplier could offer him were excuses. There were shortages, due to high mortality in the shipments. It was harder to get people to part with children than with useless girls of marriageable age who had no dowries. The missionaries had confiscated his shipment. The missionaries had made it difficult to bring his shipment into port. Always difficulties, never anything but excuses.
He already had a Fire Elemental bound to his service, which was more than he'd ever achieved with
