Immortal Rogues - My Lord Eternity Part 11

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The golden eyes sparkled at her blunt confession. "Very well."

Realizing that she was standing much closer than propriety allowed, Jocelyn reluctantly stepped from his tall form. It was far too easy to forget propriety when she was with this gentleman, she acknowledged ruefully.

Not that she particularly cared about the rigid rules of society any longer. She had already lost that battle. But, she was still a lady, and she would not allow herself to behave as a common tart. Her honor was all she had left.

"Perhaps we should return," she forced herself to murmur. "Meg will begin to fret if we are gone too long. She can be rather protective of me."

His smile was rueful at her vast understatement. "So I had noticed. Still, it does seem a pity.



It is a beautiful day to be away from the clutter of town." Jocelyn lifted her face up toward the golden sun-s.h.i.+ne. It was beautiful. She had nearly forgotten how lovely the English countryside could be. Sur-rounded by the dark, grim streets of London, it was easy to become lost in its depressing gloom.

Now she allowed herself to breathe deeply of the sweetly scented air.

"Yes, it is," she whispered, allowing the peace to soothe her troubled soul. "I forget how quiet it can be."

His golden gaze lingered upon her upturned countenance. "Quiet enough to hear the beat of a heart." Jocelyn abruptly stilled at his odd words.

No. It was simply not possible. She could not hear, and certainly she could not feel, the beat of his heart. It was absurd. Mad. And yet... there was the oddest sensation within her. As if she were connected with this man in a manner that defied logic.

"I...".

"What is it?" he demanded.

"Just for a moment. . . no, nothing. It is ridiculous."

Almost as if sensing her strange confusion, Lucien stepped closer, his fingers reaching up to gently cup her chin.

"Do not turn from the truth, my dove."

She frowned into the countenance that was becoming so terrifyingly familiar. "What truth?"

"That we are becoming entwined in both heart and soul," he said softly.

She should have laughed at his words. Two people did not become entwined. They l.u.s.ted, they loved, and, on the rare occasion, they even liked each other. But they did not share thoughts and feelings as if they were one.

Still, she did not laugh.

Not when she felt her entire being was consumed by such an intimate awareness of Lucien.

"No," she whispered.

His fingers tightened upon her chin, his expression relentless as he held her wary gaze.

"You can sense it as well as I, Jocelyn," he whispered in mesmerizing tones. "The beat of our hearts, the joining of our minds, the desire that binds us together."

She could sense it. She could sense it pulsing through her blood and seeping deep into her soul.

A flare of near panic struck her heart. This was not supposed to be happening. Her life was meant to be calm, predictable, and devoted to others.

Wetting her dry lips, she gave a shake of her head. "Lucien, I cannot do this."

"Why?" His gaze stabbed deep into her wide eyes. "What do you fear?"

"Betrayal," she said before she could halt the revealing word.

The golden eyes darkened as his fingers tenderly moved to stroke her pale cheek.

"Never, my dove. You can believe in me."

A tremor shook her body. He could not possibly understand. No one understood.

"I think we should go," she breathed.

There was a strained silence, as if he battled the urge to force her to accept his pledge. Then his lips twisted with rueful humor.

"As you wish. Our time will come. Eventually."

Taking the bow from her hands, Lucien moved to retrieve the arrows, and then with exquisite care he helped her to the carriage he had rented for the day.

Jocelyn settled herself on the leather seat with a hint of regret.

When Lucien had first suggested they spend the day out of the city, she had hesitated. She was all too aware of the danger of spending such a vast amount of time alone with this gentleman. He was too achingly handsome, too charming, too sensually compelling not to be a danger to any maiden.

But the desire to be away from the cramped house and dark streets had proved to be irresistible.

She did not want to spend the day brooding on yet another murdered maiden or on the strange fear that she was being ruthlessly hunted. Just for a few hours she wanted to feel young and unfettered and happy.

And she had.

The day had been filled with laughter and the sort of lighthearted teasing that she had not enjoyed in far too long. Now it was time to return to her home and the ever-present duty of the life she had chosen. A life that until Lucien's arrival had been quite enough to fill her with satisfaction.

Sternly telling herself that she was still quite satisfied with her chosen existence, Jocelyn devotedly attempted to ignore the pleasure of just being seated so closely beside him as they retraced the narrow path to London. She could not, however, entirely prevent her renegade gaze from occasionally straying to admire the purity of his profile.

Blast it all, he was so utterly beautiful. The chiseled perfection of his features. The faint bronze of his skin. The tawny satin of his long hair. The pure gold of his eyes.

And above it all, the s.h.i.+mmering appreciation for life that crackled about him with an irresistible force.

It seemed rather unfair that one gentleman should be so blessed.

Especially for those poor, unsuspecting females who happened to stray across his path.

Intent on her thoughts, Jocelyn paid little heed to the fact that they had reached the outskirts of London, not even when they strayed through the more elegant squares as they lazily made their way back toward her small home. Had she had her wits about her, she would have been properly on guard. As it was, she had no warning when she heard a startled male voice call out her name.

Abruptly turning her head, Jocelyn felt a chill inch down her spine at the sight of the elegantly at-tired dandy who angled his mount directly toward the carriage.

It had been nearly three years since she had last laid eyes upon Lord Patten. He had not changed. His dark hair was still artfully tousled about his narrow face, and the dark eyes still burned with a restless boredom. With the wisdom of age, however, Jocelyn now could see the faint petulant turn of those full lips and the weakness in the rounded chin. A pity she had not been so observant before, she ruefully acknowledged.

Bracing herself for the inevitable encounter, Jocelyn felt Lucien slow the carriage as Lord Patten bore down upon them. She would not allow this gentleman to know just what it cost her to face him with her chin held high.

"Jocelyn." The dandy brought his flashy mare to a halt as he allowed his gaze to openly survey her modest gown and hair pulled into a stern knot. "Good heavens, it is you."

Somehow she kept her smile intact despite the obvious insult in his tone. She was well aware she no longer resembled the giddy, overly naive debutante he had known. And in truth, she was far more content with the mature woman she had become. At least she was now too wise to be deceived by shallow charm and the lies of a practiced seducer.

"Good afternoon, Lord Patten."

The dark brows lifted at the chill in her tone. "I did not realize you had returned to London. I have not seen you about."

Jocelyn shrugged. "I have been far too occupied to attend the usual events."

Predictably the foul dandy turned his head to glance speculatively at the silent Lucien at her side, a mocking smile abruptly curving his mouth.

"I see. There does not seem to appear a need to explain what, or should I say who, has kept you occupied."

Jocelyn sensed Lucien stiffen. Slowly he leaned forward to stab the n.o.bleman with a dagger glare. "Take care, my lord, I have little patience for fools."

There was no missing the stark warning in his voice, and an ugly color suddenly stained Lord Patten's narrow face.

"Indeed? And who might you be?"

"Mr. Valin and a friend to Miss Kingly."

"Valin?" The dandy frowned as he attempted to place the name. Suddenly a rather sickly recognition rippled over the thin features. "Are you related to Mr. Ravel?"

"A cousin," Lucien readily admitted, seeming to take pleasure in the obvious unease at the mention of his relative. Jocelyn could only presume that Mr. Ravel possessed a powerful position among society.

"Oh." There was an awkward pause as Lord Patten sought to disguise his sudden embarra.s.sment At last he turned toward Jocelyn with a strained smile. "Are you staying with your parents?"

A sharp pang tore through her at the offhand words, but thankfully she managed to appear utterly indifferent.

"No."

"Then with a friend?"

"I now possess my own establishment," she retorted in clipped tones.

A genuine flare of shock widened the dark eyes at her abrupt announcement. Young maidens of breeding simply did not possess their own establishment. It was nearly as scandalous as being caught in a grotto, being seduced by a known rake.

"Your own establishment?"

"Yes. And I must be returning home. Please excuse us."

"Wait. Surely I shall see you about town?"

"Highly doubtful."

"But..."

"Good day, my lord."

Thankfully sensing her fierce need to be away from the man who had created such pain in her past, Lucien firmly set the horses in motion, nearly running down the dandy who was foolish enough to attempt to delay their departure.

Jocelyn did not even glance backward as they bowled down the street and turned toward the less respectable area of town. Instead, she determinedly sought to battle back the horrid memories that threatened to sweep over her.

It was the past. She had survived and even made a comfortable life for herself. There was no point in dwelling upon what could not be changed.

They traveled in silence for some time before Lucien at last slowed the pace of the horses and slanted a searching gaze over her taut profile.

"An old friend of yours, I presume?"

Friend? She smothered a bitter laugh. Lord Patten would be the last person she would ever choose as a friend.

"An acquaintance," she retorted stiffly.

"Oh, no, there is more than that between the two of you."

She sternly kept her gaze trained upon the shabby houses that now lined the narrow street.

"I do not wish to discuss Lord Patten."

"He is the one who hurt you," he said softly.

Her hands clenched upon her lap. She never wished to discuss the scandal that had ruined her life. Not with anyone. But she especially did not wish to discuss it with this gentleman.

It was all too sordid. Too demeaning. She did not wish to see the tender concern that glowed within those eyes diminish to scorn.

"He was a part of the scandal," she grudgingly conceded.

"And he refused to stand by your side when the situation became messy?"

Her lips twisted with a remembered pain. "Everyone refused to stand by my side. Everyone but Meg."

There was a short pause. "Not even your parents?"

Her nails bit into her palms until she drew blood. "Lucien, I said I do not wish to discuss this."

Without warning he reached out to run his fingers over her cheek in a familiar caress, then with the understanding compa.s.sion that could undermine the staunchest of defenses, he gave a slow nod of his head.

"As you wish."

Several hours later Lucien silently slid toward the abandoned warehouse. It had not been a simple decision to leave Jocelyn on her own. Not only did the ever-dangerous Amadeus and his deadly henchmen concern him, he also realized that she was still upset by their brief encounter with Lord Patten. Upset enough to have spent the entire evening in her room, refusing even to come down for dinner.

His features unconsciously hardened at the memory of the foppish n.o.bleman. A desire to track the arrogant pup down and teach him an unforgettable lesson in wounding an innocent maiden was nearly unbearable. He did not doubt it would take only a few moments to make the man sorry he had ever dared to hurt Jocelyn.

Unfortunately he realized that while he might feel better after a midnight confrontation to the dandy, it would do nothing to heal Jocelyn's wounds.

Revenge could not undo the past.

Besides which, he had forced himself to leave the maiden alone so that he could attempt to discover some means of luring Amadeus back to the Veil. It was, after all, the true reason he had been sent to London. He could not waste his precious time upon a spineless worm.

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