One of her soft whispers in his ear could make him bite back a groan….
'Is Courtland back in London with you?' Ethan asked.
Without looking away from her, Hugh said, 'I had to leave him behind when I got the missive from Weyland. Court injured his leg and could no' ride fast enough.'
'Where did you leave him?' Ethan snapped. 'Far enough away fromher , I hope.'
Hugh had been charged with more than just seeing Court back to England—he was supposed to make sure that Court didn't have second thoughts and return for his woman, Annalía Llorente. 'I left him in France. Court will no' go back for her. He understands what he'll do to her if he returns,' Hugh said confidently enough, though he had to wonder. Court yearned for his lass so badly it was palpable. But Hugh hadn't had a choice except to abandon him, not after learning Jane was in danger. 'What the hell is this I'm hearing about Grey?' Hugh asked. He had counted the man a friend until the last couple of years.
'Weyland sent him on a suicide mission. That failed.'
That got Hugh to face Ethan. 'Were you a part of that?' Sometimes, most times, he wished Ethan had never been recruited with himself by Weyland.
Ethan gave him a chilling half smile—distorting the whitened scar winding down his face—the sneer that now seemed to say,Brother, had I been, there would be no failure . Then he replied, 'I was no', but I did volunteer to take him out. Weyland seemed to think I was personally too involved, and declined.'
'You volunteered?' Hugh asked in disgust.
Ethan shrugged, unconcerned. 'Well, go on. Doona let me stop you from overtaking their little coterie once more so you can see her from the front.'
Hugh scowled, but Ethan was well aware of his desire for Jane—there was no use denying it. 'Have no' seen her in years,' he bit out defensively as he strode down the side lane with Ethan following. 'Curious about her.'
'It's like a carriage wreck I can see coming from a mile away,' Ethan muttered. 'First Court with his lass and now you with Jane—again. Thankfully, I remain immune.'
Hugh ignored his comment, settling into another dark spot farther up the street. 'Why is Weyland so certain he'll target Jane?'
'Grey wants revenge,' Ethan said simply. 'He'll destroy what's most precious to the old man.'
Just then, Jane laughed at something one of her cousins said, and Hugh returned his gaze to her. She had always been quick to laugh—a quality that was foreign to him, but one that had beguiled him. She'd told him once, while cupping his face with her delicate hand and gazing up at him solemnly, that she promised to laugh enough for both of them, if need be.
'So now Grey plans to kill Jane,' Ethan murmured over his shoulder, 'seeks to slit her throat like he's done with other women. Only now it seems he's got a real taste for it. Likes to make it last.'
'Enough,' Hugh grated, still staring at Jane's soft smile. The idea that Grey needed to be taken out permanently had never sat well with Hugh, even as he understood it might be the only course. No longer would he be reluctant.
'I wager that right about now, you wish my offer to kill Grey had been accepted,' Ethan said, easily reading him. 'But no' to worry, little brother, it certainly has now. Weyland will do anything to protect her.'
Ethan jerked his chin at Jane, faced Hugh, then did a double take back to the girls, only to stare. A disquieting interest flickered in his eyes, then flared—all the more unsettling to Hugh because it was completely unfamiliar.Interest? In Ethan's deadened eyes?
At once, Hugh's fists clenched. Was Ethan casting that hungry look at Jane?
Hugh had him shoved against a building wall, his forearm lodged against Ethan's neck, before he'd even realized his own intention. They used to fight constantly when younger, and had mutually called a truce when the two determined they were getting better at it and could easily kill each other.
Hugh was ready to resume hostilities.
Unaffected by Hugh's ready violence, Ethan gave him a weary look. 'Rest easy. I'm no' ogling your precious Jane.'
After a long moment, Hugh released him, believing him, although it was hard to understand how any man wouldnot be battling lust for her. 'Then what held your attention?'Still he was looking over Hugh's shoulder, and Hugh followed his gaze. 'Claudia? The one in the red mask?' That would fit Ethan. Hugh remembered Jane telling him Claudia possessed a wild and wicked nature.
When no answer came, Hugh turned back. 'Belinda? The tall brunette?'
Ethan shook his head slowly, never taking his eyes from the object of his attention—the third girl, a short blonde wearing a blue mask, whom Hugh didn't recognize.
Since the injury to his face, Ethan had seemed to lose interest in so many things—including chasing skirts, as he'd once been wont to do. Now, it was as if years ofsomething , some kind of need, rushed to the fore.
Ethan, it seemed, wasnot immune.
The unusual notice shocked Hugh. 'I doona know her, but she must be one of Jane's friends. And she looks young, no' more than twenty. Too young for you.' Ethan was an old,old thirty-three.
'If I'm as bad as you and Court and all of the clan believe, then I'll find her that much more enticing for it, will I no'?' In the blink of an eye, Ethan's hand shot out to snare a passing masquerade-goer's domino. The man opened his mouth to object, took one look at Ethan's ominous expression, and darted away.
'Doona toy with her, Ethan.'
'Afraid I'll ruin your chances with Jane?' Ethan asked as he donned the mask. 'Hate to remind you, brother, but they were ruined before you even met her. And you've got a book to prove it.'
Shadowed to walk with death…
'Your fate is just as grim as mine,' Hugh reminded him, 'yet you're going after a woman.'
'Ah, but I'm in no danger of falling in love with her'—he turned to stride into the masquerade, tossing over his shoulder—'so it's no' likely my dallying will get her killed.'
With a grated sound of frustration, Hugh followed him in.
Chapter Three
Abrick dropped into a reticule was a necessary evil when touring Haymarket Street, Jane Weyland knew, but the drawstring strap was murder on her wrist.
As Jane and her companions—two intrepid cousins and their visiting friend—waited impatiently in queue for admission to the Haymarket warehouse, Jane shifted the bag to her other hand yet again.
Though tonight was by no means their first foray totickle a bit at London's dark underbelly—their decadent haunts included the east-end gaming dens, the racy stereoscopic pictorial shows, the annual Russian Circus Erotisk—the lascivious scene that greeted them gave even Jane pause.
A horde of courtesans fronted the warehouse like a painted, and aggressive, army. Masked, well-dressed patrons, in clothing that screamed stock-exchange funds or old-money tweed and university, perused the wares, physically sampling before deciding which one, or ones, they would sponsor and escort inside.
'Janey, you've never told us what brought about this change of heart about attending,' her cousin Claudia said in a light tone, no doubt trying to relax the others. 'But I've a theory.' She must dread that the others would back out. Raven-haired 'Naughty Claudie,' tonight sporting a scarlet mask, lived for thrills like this.
'Do tell,' said her sister Belinda, a heads-and-tails opposite of Claudia. Belinda was brilliant and serious- minded, here tonight for 'research,' and not euphemistically. She planned to expose 'egregious social inequities,' but wanted to write with authority on the subject of, well, the other side of inequity. Already, Jane could tell, Belinda was eyeing the scene in terms of reform from behind her cream-colored mask.
'Did we need a reason to come,' asked the mysterious Madeleine Van Rowen, 'other than the fact that this is a courtesans' ball?' Maddy was a childhood friend of Claudia's who was visiting for a few weeks. She was English by birth, but now lived in Paris—a seedy Parisian garret, if rumors were to be believed.
Jane suspected that Maddy had journeyed to London to call on an old friendship and see if she could snare Claudia's older brother, Quin. Jane was not at all perturbed by this. If Madeleine could get Quin to settle down and marry, then she deserved him and all his money.
