Chapter 16 #2
She reached for the poster, enraged, about to rip it from the wall. An English voice stopped her.
“You may have it as a souvenir, if that is what you wish.”
She dropped her hand and stiffened. Then she rearranged her expression into a distraught one, summoning moisture to her eyes, and she turned.
A pair of remarkably intense and terribly cold blue eyes met hers. While the colonel wore a soft smile on his pale, oval face, the expression did not reach his gaze. Eleanor tensed.
And the colonel bowed. “Lady Eleanor de Warenne, I presume?”
Her heart was racing wildly. She reminded herself that she had no reason to fear this man. He was an officer and a gentleman. “Yes. Colonel Reed?”
He was studying her with such a brilliant regard that her alarm increased.
And then his gaze swept her from head to toe, slowly and carefully, so as not to miss a single detail.
She stiffened. The examination was somehow crude and base.
He was judging her as a farmer did during the purchase of a prospective horse.
She pulled the brown cloak she wore together, holding it tightly closed over her breasts.
“Would you like the poster of your stepbrother?” His pale brows rose. His tone remained far too neutral.
“I hardly wish a souvenir of the terrible ordeal I have suffered.”
“I am sure your ordeal has been a trying one,” he drawled. No light flickered in his eyes. “Come, please, sit down. Clearly you are exhausted. You must tell me all about it.”
Eleanor hesitated. The desk was a large physical barrier between them and she was oddly reluctant to come out from behind it.
Having no choice, she walked around the desk.
As if he understood that she did not wish to come too close, he firmly took her arm.
She flinched. This man was making her unbearably nervous, and she was angry with herself for reacting so hysterically to his rank and uniform.
She had a plan to execute, one that would free Sean.
She managed to allow him to guide her to a chair.
Reed went behind his desk, where he sat facing her. “You will tell me all about it, won’t you, Lady de Warenne?”
She remained unbearably rigid. “Of course,” she breathed.
Then she dabbed at false tears. “I am such a foolish woman, sir. When I glimpsed my brother after so many years of separation, I was overcome! I had recently learned he was a fugitive, but I knew he could not be guilty of any crimes! I went with him because I had to learn the truth. I did not realize that once we left Adare, we would be pursued and that I could not simply turn around and go back.” She now dared to look at him, to see if he believed her story as Captain Brawley had.
He was smiling. He was actually amused. And in that instant Eleanor knew she could not manipulate this officer as she had young Brawley.
“Shall we cut to the chase, Lady Eleanor?”
She was rigid. Brawley had the right to call her in such a familiar manner, as he had been a guest in her home, invited there by her father. This man was a stranger. He had no such rights. “I beg your pardon?”
“I must locate your stepbrother, and I am an impatient man. So shall we cease with your nonsense?”
Her heart beat hard. “It is Lady de Warenne, Colonel.” He dared speak to her so boldly and so rudely? She was stunned.
He laughed, the sound mirthless. “If it pleases you, Lady de Warenne. Where is O’Neill?”
“He is on his way to Sicily, sir.”
“Sicily? I thought you were not privy to his plans.”
So he had taken a moment to speak with Brawley.
“I dissembled, Colonel. Sean begged me to keep his plans to myself, but I am cold and tired and I want to go home, so I have decided to tell you everything.” She managed a placating smile.
“I will tell you the truth, so you will let me go home sooner rather than later. Do we not still have naval forces in the Mediterranean? I am sure you will locate Sean there if you make the effort.”
Reed leaned back in his chair and he simply stared at her, until she felt her cheeks grow hot. Then he spoke. “And suddenly you wish to see your stepbrother caught?”
He had inflected mockingly on the word “brother.” Eleanor trembled and hoped he did not notice.
But she must play the fool now. “My stepbrother is a gentleman, sir, not a rogue or an outlaw. I know this is a terrible mistake and that once he faces the authorities, the entire affair will be resolved. I have never been more certain of anything and I do wish for him to come home! I tried to reason with him but he would not listen to a word I had to say.” She sighed.
“But that is Sean. He is so unreasonable at times.”
Reed’s vague smile never slipped. “And which ship did he set sail on? And when did he disembark?”
“I don’t know which ship he sailed on. But he left me in Cork the morning we arrived, four days ago—the day after I was to be wed.” She tried to appear angry and upset now. “He simply left me there, alone and lost! For that I shall never forgive him, sir!”
“How outrageous,” Reed said with obviously false sympathy. “So you spent three days alone in Cork and only today, the fourth day, did you decide, suddenly, to attempt a return home?”
“I was very ill!” Eleanor exclaimed. She relished a chance to tell a part of the truth now.
“I wandered the night in the rain. I became unconscious. I cannot begin to tell you how ill I was—I slept in a doorway, sir! It was several days before I regained enough strength to beg for help, like any common vagrant, and then that sweet farmer was kind enough to offer me a drive home. Of course, I will reimburse him for his efforts on my behalf.”
He made a soft disbelieving sound. “Of course. That sweet farmer is a Blueboy and you know it. He is a traitor to the Crown, intent on revolution and anarchy. And that is before he came to the aid of your outlaw stepbrother.”
Eleanor blinked, as he had spoken with heat and anger. His regard slid down the bodice of her inexpensive white dress. When he spoke, his tone was impassive once again. “So you spent the entire time in Cork vagrant and homeless in a doorway?”
She knew her story was a doubtful one. “I was delirious for two days, Colonel. And then I wandered to a farm, which is where I woke up. Do you doubt my word?” she cried with indignation, quickly recapturing her cloak and covering her body with it.
Still smiling politely, he stood.
Eleanor became so tense it was hard to breathe.
“I think you are an utter liar.”
She cried out.
And he stared, his smile gone, his eyes brilliant with fervor, the room becoming terribly, unbearably still.
She finally stood. “How dare you,” she managed, beyond shock. No man—or woman—had ever spoken to her in such a disrespectful way.
“Sit down.” It was an order.
She ignored it. “I think not! In fact, I am going home. You, sir, are no gentleman and you will be hearing from my father, the earl.” She was livid now.
And Colonel Reed began to laugh at her.
Eleanor was disbelieving. Genuine dread began.
For Reed now walked around his desk toward her. “Your father, my dear, is not in this country.”
“Sir, this is not appropriate behavior,” she protested.
He smiled. “Utter lies are not to my liking…Eleanor.”
And in that instant, when he dared to utter her name in such a disrespectful manner, she knew she was in danger.
Suddenly, she recalled Sean’s fear for her safety.
Suddenly, she began to understand why he had been afraid for her.
She backed away from the colonel until she hit the wall. “It is Lady de Warenne.”
He did not pause.
She stiffened impossibly as he approached her, incredulous now, for he only halted when an inch separated them.
“Do you really think me a fool? An utter idiot?” he asked softly.
“Move away,” she commanded desperately, as his breath feathered her face.
“I am the one who gives the orders here,” he reminded her. “You may cooperate, and you will be sent home, relatively unscathed. Or you may lie—and pay the consequences. They will be dire.”
She tried to breathe. “How dare you treat me as if I am some commoner, sir! I am a lady, and—”
“I believe we both know you are no lady.”
She gasped.
He leaned close. His mouth moved over her cheek when he spoke. “I know a whore when I see one.”
She responded on instinct, striking at him; he seized her wrist with so much force that in another moment she knew it would snap in half.
Eleanor inhaled sharply in pain, the room turning hazy.
Hot waves knifed through her wrist and the gray room turned black.
Miraculously the pressure was eased and salts were placed under her nose, when all she wanted to do was to faint and escape him.
“No,” she begged, turning away from the offending odor.
“You will give me what I want,” he said harshly. “And you certainly will not be allowed to faint.”
“No,” she gasped. But he kept the salts there against her nostrils and the world stopped turning.
The terrific pain became a terrible throbbing, but one she could endure.
She opened her eyes and met the most ruthless gaze she had ever seen.
She did not think her wrist was broken but she somehow knew he would have enjoyed inflicting even greater pain if he could have done so.
Never had she been so afraid.
“O’Neill is your lover and you are nothing but a traitor, no less than he is,” Reed said savagely. He put his arm around her.
Eleanor struggled uselessly until she realized he was only forcing her to the chair. She sank into it and dared to clutch her wrist. She tried to breathe and to think, but she was too afraid to plan or scheme now.
“How unfortunate that you had a fall on the stairs,” he said. “The next fall will even be worse. I imagine a broken limb might result.”
She went still.