Authors: Nicole Castroman
open, but no words escaped. A thousand questions fought for
supremacy, and it took him a moment to gather his thoughts.
Anne stood before him, her hands clenched, and looking
every inch the sixteen-year-old girl that she was.
“Why didn’t you mention it before?” he managed to ask.
“What difference would it have made? My father kept my
identity a secret. Why, I do not know, but I had no wish to
dishonor his memory. Henry knows exactly who I am, and yet
he kicked me out of the only home I’d ever known. Why would
I think a houseful of strangers would treat me any differently?”
“But surely if my father had known . . . Andrew Barrett was
one of his closest friends.”
“What makes you think I would be eager to share my story
with someone residing under this roof? You said yourself, after
your mother’s death their contact was infrequent. Growing
up, I heard the name Drummond once or twice in my father’s
home, but I never dined with guests. My parents were rarely
seen together, and when I spent time with my father, he never
spoke of business acquaintances.”
“I still can’t believe my father didn’t know.”
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“When Henry brought me here, he told me to keep my mouth shut and not to cause any problems, or else he would return me to the workhouse where he’d found me a few weeks after my mother
passed. As I did not wish to return to that lifestyle, I did as he said.”
Teach’s stomach heaved at the thought of Anne spending
time in one of those filthy workhouses. “But surely you could
have found a different position elsewhere.”
“Doing what? I have no references. It took my mother
weeks to find a job as a cook.”
“I’ll speak with my father. Come with me. Now. We’ll go
and tell him who you are.”
Anne retreated up one step, shaking her head. “No. I will
not go with you to the Hervey estate.”
“You must. I’ll find you a room somewhere at an inn. You
can stay there until I speak with my father—”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I have no desire to see Miss Patience again.”
Teach sucked in a quick breath. “So you wish to stay here
with Margery?”
“I prefer to stay here rather than go to a strange inn and sit
in a strange room all day. Or all night. At least here I can go to the city. I can get out.”
“You can do that there. There’s a small village—”
“And I will be more out of place there than I am here. I will
not go with you.”
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Once again Teach was at a loss for words. They stared at each other for several seconds.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
“Why are you so persistent? I will not accompany you. Now
if you’ll excuse me, I wish to change.” Anne turned and headed
up the stairs.
Teach called out after her. “I’ll instruct Margery to leave
you alone. You will no longer perform any chores. Stay in your
room—”
Anne shot him a dark look over her shoulder.
“All right, then simply stay out of Margery’s way. I will tell her who you are and that you are no longer employed as a servant.”
She froze on the top step, one hand clutching the banister.
“Then what am I?” she asked in a voice that was barely audible.
“And where do I belong?” Not waiting for an answer, she picked
up her skirts and fled.
Teach watched her go, tempted to force her to accom-
pany him. But deep down he knew she was right. Knowing his
father’s temperament as he did, Teach understood that it would
be best to confront him alone, and find out how Anne had
come to work in the Drummond household.
Unfortunately for Teach, he wouldn’t reach the Hervey
estate until later that evening. He could not summon any
enthusiasm at the thought of seeing Miss Patience again.
Entering his room, he grabbed a small trunk from his ward-
robe, and then threw several garments inside. Henry Barrett’s
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words raced through his mind.
“I could make your life very
uncomfortable if you’re not careful.”
By the time Teach left his room, his face had settled into
harsh lines. What kind of power did Barrett still hold over
Anne? Or had that been an empty threat? Why had Barrett
brought her there in the first place? He had to benefit from her position in the Drummond household somehow. Otherwise he
would not have bothered taking her from the workhouse. A
caring older brother he was not.
It was obvious that Barrett had lied to Anne, and more than
likely he’d lied to Teach’s father as well. Either way, it didn’t matter. Teach would make Barrett pay. Stealing his purse had
been just the beginning.
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Teach
The crescent moon hanging low in the sky cast just enough
light to illuminate the Hervey estate as the carriage pulled up
the drive. It was an ornate, rectangular building with ivy wind-
ing along the sides like spidery veins, and only a few rooms were lit from within.
Before when he’d come to visit, Teach had always respected
its grandeur and opulence. It had reminded him of an elderly
duchess who refused to age. Looking at it now for the first
time in more than a year, Teach recognized it for what it was.
A grandstanding showpiece with very little substance behind
the facade.
The carriage pulled to a stop, and he jumped out, not
waiting for the footman to perform his duty. The front door
opened, and an elderly butler held a candle aloft, bowing when
he recognized Teach’s face.
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“Good evening, Mr. Edward.”
Teach nodded. “Abraham. How are you?”
Abraham’s expression was unreadable as he answered, “Fine,
sir. Thank you for asking.”
The butler had been a fixture in the Hervey household for
as long as Teach had known them, and Teach marveled that
the old man still retained his dignity in this unconventional
atmosphere.
“Tell me, has my father retired for the evening?” It was half
past nine. Master Drummond was notorious for going to bed
early. Only Teach knew that once he was in the safety of his
room, his father would often read for hours.
“Yes, sir, as well as Lady Hervey. But Miss Patience and the
Earl of Lorimar are still with Lord Hervey in the drawing room.
Would you care to join them? Miss Patience heard you arrive
and is expecting you.”
Teach wanted nothing more than to see his father, but knew
etiquette required that he make an appearance. “Very well,” he
said, unable to hide the resignation in his voice.
Abraham bowed slightly at the waist and turned, leading
Teach down the hall. Opening the door to the drawing room,
he announced Teach’s arrival. William and Patience stood
up from the divan as Teach strode across the carpet toward
them. The baron sat in a large chair near a window, his head
tipped back and his mouth open, a pronounced snore sound-
ing through the room. Patience’s face flushed a deep red, and
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her hands fluttered at her side as Teach drew near.
“Edward,” she said. “You’ve come.”
“Miss Patience,” he said, bowing over the hand she
offered him.
William’s eyes were red, and it was clear he’d been drinking.
His voice slurred as he said, “Glad to see you feeling better, old chap. You gave Miss Patience here quite a scare.”
Teach shook his head. “It was nothing serious. I’m sorry I
wasn’t able to join you sooner.”
“That doesn’t matter, now that you’re here. You missed our
fête last night. I tried to tell Mama that we couldn’t possibly
have it, with you being so ill, but Lord Lorimar convinced
me otherwise. We shall have to have another, now that you’ve
arrived.”
“
Lorimar
never was one to miss out on a party,” Teach said, using William’s proper title in front of Patience. In fact, William appeared to still be celebrating.
William made a face, heading across the room for a crystal
decanter filled with amber-colored liquid. “My parents are host-
ing one of their own in the near future. You’re both expected to put in an appearance.”
“Don’t drink everything at once. Leave some for Father,”
Patience said over her shoulder. Settling herself once more on
the divan, she patted the seat beside her. “Well, now that you’re here, we may begin finalizing our arrangements. We’ve decided
which property would be best for us.”
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Teach stiffened at her words and remained standing. “
We
have?”
Patience laughed, but it sounded forced. “Of course you
have final say, but I’m sure you’ll agree with what your father
chose. Now it’s just a matter of deciding the date.”
“Surely it can wait until tomorrow. Teach has only just
arrived,” William said, taking a large sip. He smiled, although
it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Ah, but I’m quite sure that it can’t,” she said. “I’ve waited
long enough, and I don’t intend to wait any longer. If you wish, you may retire for the evening, Lord Lorimar. I shall be quite all right now that Edward is here.”
It grated on Teach’s nerves that she continued to use his
name with such familiarity in front of his friends. He hoped
she wouldn’t be quite so obvious when others were around.
“I’m afraid we shall have to postpone our conversation, Miss
Patience, for I am quite tired and wish to retire now as well.”
The look on her face would have been comical if it hadn’t
been so disturbing. A mix between a scowl and a smile as she
tried to hide her disappointment. “Tomorrow, then,” she said,
exhaling loudly. “Father. Father. It’s time for you to go to bed.”
Lord Hervey gave a start, a loud snort escaping his mouth
as he sat up and looked around, trying to gain his bearings. “Ah.
Edward. Glad to see you here.”
Teach smiled. “Thank you for having me, Lord Hervey.”
Miss Patience took her father’s arm. “Come along now.
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Let’s get you upstairs.” She turned once more to Teach and William. “I will see you both in the morning.” Not waiting
for a response, she swept out of the room, her mouth a thin
line of displeasure.
Once the door had closed behind her, William whistled
softly. “You’re going to have to make it up to her, Teach. You
shall have to pay extra attention to her, or I fear she will not forgive you. She requires a finer hand than yours,” he said, as if the two were discussing a horse.
Teach sighed, unbuttoning his collar. “I know, but I just
didn’t have the strength for it tonight.” He gave his friend an
appraising glance. “You look well. Have you enjoyed yourself?”
William grinned. “Who wouldn’t? While you’ve been lying
in bed convalescing, I’ve been quite entertained by your lovely
fiancée.”
Teach frowned. “Entertained? How?”
“In your absence I have decided to begin Miss Patience’s
study of
Paradise Lost
. I hope you don’t mind.”
Teach wasn’t quite sure how he felt. William was harmless,
and always had been when it came to matters of the heart. As
far as Teach knew, he’d had no serious relationships with any-
one. “On the contrary. I’m delighted to hear you’ve finally taken your studies seriously. Your parents will be happy to know that
their money did not go to waste.”
“If I’d known how enjoyable it could be to describe the dif-
ference between good and evil, I would have tried it long ago.”
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William’s words reminded Teach of Anne. He wished she’d agreed to accompany him. “I’m sure Miss Patience appreciates
your time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see my father.”
William’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you quite sure
you’ve recovered?” He reached forward, as if to gauge Teach’s
temperature. “When did you ever willingly seek out your
father’s company?”
Teach smacked his hand away. “I have to ask him a few
questions.”
“About what?” William asked.
“Nothing that concerns you. Not directly, that is. But I
might need your help with something later.”
William rubbed his hands together, a gleeful look on his
face. “Oh, what do you propose we do? Are we going to break
into someone’s vault? Or do you prefer something less dramatic,
like stealing their sheep? I’ve missed you this past year, Teach.
My life has been deadly boring without you.”
“I highly doubt that. You are quite capable of creating your
own entertainment,” Teach said, turning his back on his friend
and heading for the door.
“I’m here when you need me,” William called after him.
“Just say the word.”
“I’ll remember that.” Teach appreciated his friend’s loy-
alty, even though he didn’t know what their actions would
entail. Teach himself was unsure. It all depended on his con-
versation with his father. If he found out Henry Barrett was
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indeed responsible for Anne’s position in his father’s household, he would make sure Barrett never stepped foot in his
house again.
Upstairs the hallway was dim as Teach walked in the
direction of the guest wing. He knew exactly in which room
his father slept, for the man was a creature of habit. In fact,
Drummond didn’t like anything over which he had no con-
trol. Teach would have to proceed with caution if he wanted