The Season(78)

It was only after she spoke the words that she noticed the harsh lines of his face, the clear tension in his mouth, and the anger in his eyes that had, for a fleeting moment, been replaced by shock at her presence. He was no longer looking at her. His gaze was fixed on a point behind her. She heard the door to the study close ominously and knew before looking that there was someone else in the room with them.

“Excellent, my dear girl. You are more intelligent than you appear, it seems.”

Alex spun around at the words, her spine straightening when she took in the entire scene. There, standing just to the side of the now closed door, was Lucian Sewell. He was holding a pistol. And it was pointed directly at her.

Reaching one hand out to her, he continued, “Why don’t you be a good girl and give the book to me, Alexandra? There’s no need to make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

Alex looked back toward Blackmoor, but he did not take his eyes from his uncle, who spoke again, his tone vicious. “Don’t be a fool, Alexandra. The rules of this game are very simple. You give me the book or I kill you.”

This odious person had betrayed her country, murdered a man she adored, and was now threatening to kill her. She wasn’t going to do anything he asked of her. Not without a fight. She didn’t know where the defiance came from, but there it was, vivid and intense. “No.”

“Alex.” This time, it was Gavin who spoke. His tone brooked no discussion. “Give him the book.”

“No. I won’t.” She held the volume tighter to her chest, glancing back at Gavin, who still wasn’t looking at her. Turning back to Lucian, she met his eyes without fear. “You won’t kill me. You’d have my father and every man in the county looking to see you hanged.”

“You forget, child, that I am very good at making planned deaths appear accidental.” Sewell smiled, evil in his eyes. “How sad it would be if the two of you took yourselves off to the cliffs for a private moment only to tumble, tragically, into the sea.”

“I imagine you believe that if a plan worked once, it will work

again?” Blackmoor asked.

Sewell’s smile turned into a vicious sneer as he replied, “It worked perfectly the first time; need I remind you that we wouldn’t be in this particular situation if you hadn’t been so reluctant to accept the circumstances of your father’s death.”

“So you admit it. You killed my father. Your own brother.”

“Those events were not in the original plan. Your father would still be here—very much alive—if he’d stayed out of my affairs. I never bothered him about the business of the estate…I fail to understand why he would think it acceptable to interfere in my life.”

“Perhaps because you were using his land to break the law?” Alex said smartly.

“Ah, so you have looked at the information my brother left in the book. Something will have to be done about that.”

“Actually, I haven’t read anything in the volume. It’s just a rather obvious scheme you’ve concocted. You can do what you want to me, but someone else will discover that you are selling secrets to the French. You cannot kill everyone.”

“Once I destroy that book, I will have no need of killing anyone else. And to be clear, I was selling information to the French. Now I’m selling it to anyone who wants to buy. With no money and no land on which to make money, I have little opportunity to be discerning.” He turned back to Alex and said, “Now give me the book, girl. I have no more patience for this conversation.”

“I will not.”

“And I will not ask again!” Lucian’s voice rose, filled with anger. Alex flinched in response as he lifted the pistol and began to pull the hammer back.

“No!” Gavin exclaimed, his voice heavy with emotion. “Give him the book, Alex. Please.”

At the sound of his voice, Alex turned back to him, witnessing the pain in his eyes for the first time. “Why, Gavin? This book holds all the information we need to link him to your father’s death. Why would I give it to him? Would you see him go free?”

He didn’t respond, but Lucian did, laughing darkly. “How very sweet. My dear,” he said, speaking to Alex, “I imagine he’s willing to give up the information because he fancies himself in love with you. Don’t you see? Your life simply isn’t worth the pleasure of avenging his father’s death. It’s touching, really.”

Alex looked back at Gavin, who was deliberately not meeting her gaze.

“Let’s see if the opposite is also true,” Lucian said, and before she knew it, he was pointing his pistol at Gavin and cocking the handle.

“No!” she cried, unable to stop herself from reaching out a protesting hand toward him.

“Ah, young love,” he said with disgust in his voice. “So very predictable.” He looked back to Alex. “I’m no longer playing games. Give me the book.”

Alex stepped forward, tentatively, the book in her hands. She held the book out to him and he reached for it.

“Alex! No!” She turned her head, seeing Gavin jump up from his desk just as Sewell reached past the book and, before she could do anything, took hold of her wrist in a viselike grip, pulling her to him.

“Let go of her.” The words came in a low growl from across the room just as she felt the cool iron barrel of the pistol press against the side of her neck.