official, nothing real. If he were to die before your wedding, it would be as if you’d never been connected.”
“An entirely irrelevant observation,” I said.
“You’re overconfident. If he is in a position to stop what I am planning, I will kill him.” His arm was once again inching closer to my shoulder. “You, Kallista, must do more than bring me information. You must convince him that my plot is something altogether different.”
“That’s ridiculous. He’d never believe I would have knowledge of such things.”
“He knows you’re an intelligent, resourceful woman.”
“Who he does not expect to begin playing spy,” I said, gripping my book.
“I don’t trust you.” He was almost touching me. “You love this man. Perhaps you are double-crossing me, not him.”
“He’s betrayed me.”
“Kristiana tells me he’s come to her only once since he’s been back in Vienna.”
Words that I didn’t believe ought not to have stung so much. “She’s lying.”
“Undoubtedly. Theirs was a passion not so easily sated.” His eyes narrowed. “This makes you uncomfortable?”
“Should I enjoy hearing about his past loves?”
“Past?”
I looked him dead in the eyes and leaned towards him, then lowered my gaze. “I keep trying to convince myself that if it were only the past, it wouldn’t matter. But that’s not quite true, is it?”
“You have a history of your own. You were married to his best friend, were you not?”
“Yes.”
“So you are no stranger to betraying those you love.”
“You can’t betray the dead.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong.” He dropped his arm from the bench and rested a hand on his knees. “But that does not concern me at the moment. I see the jealousy on your face when you hear Kristiana’s name. I’m inclined to believe that you are upset enough to betray Hargreaves. And if not…” His lips parted in a wide smile that in any other context would have charmed the most cynical soul. “It doesn’t matter. You love him enough to want to protect him. So now convince him that the attack on the emperor will come at a Fasching ball.”
“How am I to do that?”
“That, Kallista, is no concern of mine. You’re the one with a vested interest in seeing him alive at the New Year.”
I had no intention of hiding any of this from Colin. But with each step I took from the cathedral to his rooms, my legs grew shakier and my stomach lurched, until Jeremy suggested we find a fiacre. Driving, we reached the house quickly. Though the frigid temperatures ought to have made it impossible, sweat beaded on my forehead as I burst through Colin’s door. Jeremy, who had been ten paces behind me, caught up at the instant my fiancé, taken aback by my appearance, took me in his arms.
“It doesn’t appear you have any further need for me,” he said, nodding at Colin, who reached for his hand and shook it.
“I’m much obliged, Bainbridge.”
Jeremy left without another word. Colin turned to me, his face full of concern.
“You are unwell. Let me get you some wine.”
“I don’t want wine.” I lifted my lips to his and kissed him so fiercely that he started to lose his balance.
“What brings this on?” he asked.
“Need I have an excuse?”
“Never.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently, then dropped one hand to the back of my neck, pulled me closer, and abandoned any pretense of softness.
I would have happily continued on in this manner for the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening had I been able to ignore the fear stabbing at me. With effort, I slowed my breathing and stepped away from him. “I’ve learned something significant.”
“About Robert?”
“No. About Schröder’s plans.” I bit my lip. “I know I must tell you everything, but I’m finding doing so unexpectedly difficult.”
“Why is that?”
“Because if you know his plans, you’ll thwart them. And if that happens, he’ll kill you.”
“You give him far too much credit.” His untoward smile troubled me.
“I fear your confidence will make you careless,” I said.
“You must tell me what you know.”
“You could at least pacify me by insisting that you’ll be careful.”
“Honesty is more important to me than pacifying you, Emily. My work requires confidence—and boldness— that would not be possible if I were overly concerned with being careful.”
I stared at my hands.
Then at his boots.
Then back at my hands.
And finally I mustered the courage to meet his eyes.
“I understand and respect your work. I know that it’s dangerous. That does not trouble me. But I will not lose you to arrogance.”
“What would you have me do?”
“Consider carefully the threats against you. Do not assume you are invincible.”
“I would never be so foolish,” he said.
“Yet you seem so very cavalier about knowing that someone has been hired to kill you.”
“I am well trained to take care of myself, Emily. You must trust in that.”
“I’ll ask nothing of you that you don’t ask of me: No unnecessary danger.”
“Fair enough.” His answer came too quickly. “So what have you learned?”
I looked into his eyes and for an instant knew what it would be to never see them again. “It will happen during the kaiser’s next visit here, after the Fasching has begun.”
“The kaiser is not scheduled to be in Vienna until the summer.”
“It’s an unofficial visit.”
“How did you learn this?
“The empress.”
“And how did you confirm that the attack will take place then?”
“Schröder.”
“Is there anything else?”
“At the moment, no.” My heart was knocking against my ribs. Surely this was enough. He would figure out the rest, but not so easily that it would alarm Herr Schröder. But what then? While Colin solved his puzzle, I would have to figure out a way to render Mr. Harrison powerless. And somehow, in the midst of all this, find whatever he might have stolen in Yorkshire. I felt Colin’s finger on my lips.
“I’m curious to know what inspired your amorous greeting this afternoon.”
“I’m not sure. It took me by surprise. I was so scared after talking to Herr Schröder, and every nerve in my body seemed…I don’t know.”
“More alive?”
“Yes, but I was terrified.”
“Invigorating, isn’t it?” He was kissing my neck.
“Inexplicably, yes.”
“Almost makes the fear palatable.”
“Almost.”
“You’ll have to redirect the emotion.” And he proceeded to act in a manner perfectly designed to do just that.
