The Remarkable Miss Frankenstein

will.'

This time, Asher was the one who snorted. 'You have your work cut out for you, Huntsley. That woman has a mind of her own.'

Ian shook his head. 'What's mine, I keep. And make no mistake, come heaven or hell, Clair Frankenstein is mine.'

'A threat?' Asher's tone held both amusement and contempt.

'You concede graciously?' Ian was shocked.

Asher nodded. 'I am many things, but not blind. She loves you. Not a particularly bright choice, I am thinking. Especially since she could have had my superior personage.'

'Well, I'll be bloody deuced and damned! You're in love with her too.' Ian felt flabbergasted.

'An unfortunate occurrence, I can assure you. It certainly wasn't in my plan.'

His mind spinning, his fists clenched, Ian glared at the master vampire who stood so tall, elegant, and handsome. He was furious that Asher loved Clair. Clair was his true love and his territory. But at the same time, Ian's common sense told him that Clair was safe from any threat from Asher or his nest. Asher would fight to the death to protect Clair, just as Ian himself would. 'Then she is safe from all threats,' he muttered, speaking his thoughts aloud.

Arching an eyebrow, Asher glanced at Clair. 'She is safe from all threats,' he repeated. 'However, I do reserve the right to wring her pretty neck if she doesn't stop snooping about the place. I have had a bloody hard time not stepping on her while she searched my house on her spy mission. She's like an albatross about my neck.'

Ian chuckled. 'That's my girl. But have no fear. After she attends your ball tomorrow night and sees you hale and hearty on two legs—not on four and snarling at her—your problem is solved. She will admit she has been wrong in her deductions and leave you alone.'

'Alas, both a pleasure and a penance.'

Before Asher could say more, Lady Montcrief arrived, escorted by a reluctant Galen. Ian's cousin had seen Ian's stiff stance and realized by the tense expression on Asher's face that the conversation was one filled with danger. Galen had also deduced that the conversation was about Clair.

Lady Montcrief, ignoring the volatile atmosphere, tapped her fan on Galen's arm and stopped before the earl and Ian. Her beauty was like that of a coral snake—shiny and colorful, but deadly to the touch, Galen saw. He watched her bat her eyes at both men, interrupting their conversation, and smiled greedily.

'Such a luscious contrast. Night and day. Sin and sinful,' she remarked, licking her lips and looking them both over like horses at Tattersalls. Then, turning toward Galen, she added, 'And noon. You are the midday sun, all glorious in its splendor.'

Galen acknowledged her words with a brief tilt of his head, disliking the woman behind the obsequious comment.

Ian stared stonily at her, wondering what he had ever seen in the blowsy brunette. He'd once had a brief affair with her. 'If you'll excuse me now,' he said, turning and leaving with his cousin at his side. He and Galen quickly crossed the room to where Clair was standing with Ozzie and Lady Mary.

Asher was thinking much along the same lines as Ian and Galen, unbeknownst to Lady Montcrief. On and off, he and Jeanette Montcrief had enjoyed each other's charms for the past five years. A new addition to the nest, she had been a tasty distraction for a time. But the thrill was gone, the flame of attraction burned away to mere ashes.

'I seem to have driven the rakish baron away,' Lady Montcrief said, her eyes glaring with undisguised hatred at Ian.

'Perhaps,' Asher commented. He regarded Ian and Clair, Ian's possessive hand on the small of her back. 'But I rather think he was running to something. In fact, I think he has been unknowingly looking for something to run to for years.'

Lady Montcrief sniffed disdainfully. 'Whatever can he see in the chit? She's so common. Too pale in her looks and much too mannish in her studies.'

'Careful, Jeanette,' Asher retorted coolly. 'Your claws are showing.'

Lady Montcrief turned and placed a well-manicured hand on his arm. 'I can scarcely wait for tonight. My body is throbbing for that big, delicious prick of yours to be buried deep inside me.'

Asher withdrew his arm from her grasping fingers and gave her a chilly smile. 'The night's not done, and my desire is not yet settled on any one lady.' He emphasized the last word.

Lady Montcrief caught the insult and would have returned his icy contempt with a blistering setdown had the earl not glided so quickly away.

Her face frozen in a mask of polite civility, she hurried over to a small group of men. She motioned to Christopher Wilder with a discreet gesture, then started for the balcony. Wilder followed, a leer on his delicate, cruel features.

He met her outside, his expression curious. 'Well?'

'Something must be done about that Frankenstein cow!' Lady Montcrief said without any preface.

'Hmm. Yes, her.' He paused deliberately. 'Her udders are mouthwatering. I thought to try them myself. I wonder if Frankenstein blood is somehow different from other mortals'.'

'What utter rot! She's nothing! A pretentious little nobody who thinks she is smart,' Lady Montcrief hissed, her catlike brownish yellow eyes turning a deep cherry red.

Staring into her eyes, Wilder quipped, 'And I thought green was the color of jealousy.'

'I am not jealous, you twit. I am merely concerned. She is dangerous to us all, poking that silly nose of hers into things better left alone. Though I grant she is not totally stupid. She could still stumble onto our secrets. Look how close she came to discovering what you and I were doing that night at your house. A few more minutes and my face would have been quite red.'

Studying her, he smiled lasciviously. 'Yes. Her timing was most unlucky. I was quite overset about it. In fact, Asher and I have discussed the Frankenstein chit for that reason more than once. He, however, assures me that she will be no problem to our nest or race,' he went on, his expression bland. He held his breath, waiting to see what Lady Montcrief would do. If he could get her to commit to the removal of the unwanted Clair, that would be all the better.

'She must be gotten rid of as quickly as possible.'

Wilder shook his head, his blond curls jiggling. 'Asher would be most displeased. Fatally displeased, I am afraid.'

Lady Montcrief drew in a sharp breath. 'It hasn't gone that far, has it? He hasn't bedded the bitch yet.'

Wilder shrugged. 'Who knows? You know how private Asher is when he chooses. But I agree, the girl has got to be disposed of in a manner not leading to our front door.'

'Tomorrow night,' Lady Montcrief advised, calculating all the problems involved with draining and disposing of Clair's body.

Wilder shook his head. 'You're mad. What about Huntsley and his cousin McBain? They won't let anything happen to her.'

Lady Montcrief laughed. 'Ian will be long gone to his estate in Yorkshire, called away by some emergency, I predict. I feel quite sure Galen will follow like the dutiful cousin he is.'

Thinking, Wilder conceded that she was right. At times the grasping Lady Montcrief was quite brilliant. But, 'That still leaves Asher.'

'I will keep Asher occupied while you do the deed.'

'Oh no. That dog won't bite. Asher would suspect me right away. He knows I don't fancy the chit. You'll have to get rid of her.'

As much as Lady Montcrief wanted Clair gone, she valued her own slender neck too much to expose it to Asher's biting rage. Frustrated, she stamped her tiny foot. 'Point conceded.' If Wilder wouldn't do her dirty work, she would find someone else who would. Someone she could point the finger at afterward without endangering herself. 'The cow will be safe for now.'

Her temper momentarily cooled, she reached over and scratched Wilder's chest, tearing his shirt. Her fingernails were needle-sharp, drawing a thin line of blood. Hungrily she lifted up on her tiptoes and began to lick