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“Yes, well, Mrs. Harkins is an American,” Virginia said. “You know how it is, the act from out of town always draws the largest crowd.”
Like many who specialized in summoning spirits, Mrs. Harkins had originally hailed from America. The rage for the paranormal had begun in the States decades earlier, and American mediums still commanded considerable attention from the British public.
Charlotte raised her brows. “How fortunate for Mr. Sweetwater that he did not choose to make an example of Mrs. Harkins when he set out to expose a couple of fraudulent mediums last month. She’d have made mincemeat of him.”
Virginia laughed. “I’m sure he has no idea just how lucky he was.” She watched Owen emerge from the chaotic tangle of horses, carriages and people milling about on the street. “Mrs. Harkins has been looking after herself and her career for a long time. She has dealt with more than one investigator who sought to expose her as a fraud. She made them all look like silly fools for questioning her talent.”
Owen reached the top of the steps in time to hear the remark. He grinned.
“I’m not a complete idiot,” he said. “When I set out to expose a few frauds, I chose very carefully, I assure you. Sally Harkins was not on my list.”
“Very wise of you, sir,” Charlotte said. “Legend has it that Mrs. Harkins punished the last investigator who tried to expose her by revealing the name of his current mistress to a correspondent from the
Flying Intelligencer.
The gentleman’s wife was not at all pleased when the item appeared in the paper.”
“I did some research,” Owen said. “I was aware of that story.” He surveyed the busy street. “Where is Nick?”
“Here,” Nick said, materializing out of the crowd. “I finally found a carriage. The driver is waiting in the lane, Miss Tate.”
“Our carriage is across the street,” Owen said to Virginia. “Are you ready to leave?”
“As the evening has apparently been a complete waste of time in terms of the investigation, I suppose so,” Virginia said. “Not that it hasn’t had its moments, mind you.”
There was a short round of polite farewells, and then Owen was steering her through the crowd. He had his hand clamped around her upper arm. He was not hurting her, but the manaclelike grip spoke volumes about his determination to get her away from the Institute.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Aside from the fact that tonight I discovered that Gilmore Leybrook wants you as his mistress, do you mean?”
She flushed. “Don’t waste any time worrying about Leybrook. I am quite capable of handling him.”
“He is determined to have you, Virginia.”
“Pamela Egan did say something to the effect that he may be shopping around for a new assistant. But I assure you I have no interest in the position. I prefer to control my own career. I have no wish to work as another practitioner’s assistant.”
“I am not referring to the opening for a new assistant. Leybrook wants you in a much more intimate position.”
“Nonsense. You’re overstating the case.”
“I saw it in his eyes.”
“He does have a very unpleasant history of conducting affairs with his assistants,” she conceded. “Indeed, he is known to select them for very specific physical attributes. I’m quite certain I do not meet his specifications.”
“I think he may have adjusted some of the specifications on his list.”
She glanced at him, startled. “How odd. Pamela Egan said much the same thing. Just what is this new attribute that might move me to the top of Leybrook’s list?”
“Your talent,” Owen said. “He has sensed that it is real.”
“What of it? He possesses some talent himself. I’m sure of it.”
“Precisely. I believe he has concluded that with you by his side he can take his financial empire to even greater heights. It’s a logical move, when you consider it closely. The Institute is already a profitable enterprise. But just think what two people of strong talent could do with the business.”
“If Leybrook offers me the position Adriana now holds, I will decline. I have no interest in entering into a partnership with him.”
“Even if it means making a great deal more money than you do now?”
“Make no mistake, I am as ambitious as any other practitioner. But I have my own long-range plans. They do not include Leybrook.”
“You say that, yet you are affiliated with the Institute,” Owen pointed out.
“Temporarily. I did not say that I could not do business with Leybrook. But I would never enter into a close partnership of any kind with him.”
“You make such fine distinctions?” Owen sounded intrigued, not dismissive or critical.
“A close partnership is like a marriage, sir,” she said. “To be successful, there must be a great deal of trust on both sides.”
“And you do not trust Leybrook?”
“Oh, I trust him,” Virginia said. “I trust him to always do what he perceives to be in his own best interests. As long as I keep that in mind, he and I can get along together at the Institute. At the moment our financial interests are aligned, as Mrs. Crofton would say. But that will not always be the case.”
At the base of the steps the hair suddenly stirred on the nape of her neck. Her intuition sent a sharp jolt of warning through all of her senses.
“Owen?” she began.
But he was already reacting, pulling her aside so quickly that she stumbled and would have fallen if he had not steadied her.
A figure in a hooded cloak swept past so close that the edge of the cloak whipped against Virginia. A gloved hand lashed out, missing Virginia’s shoulder by inches. She knew that if Owen had not yanked her out of the way, the cloaked figure would have shoved her down the long flight of granite steps.
It was all over in an instant. The cloaked figure slipped away into the throng. The crowd closed up, oblivious to what had occurred.
“Wait here,” Owen ordered. “Don’t move.”
He started past her. She knew that he was going after the cloaked figure. She put out a hand to stop him.
“Owen, no,” she said urgently.
To her surprise he stopped. His eyes burned. “She tried to push you down the steps.”
“It was an impulsive act. She is not our killer.”
“Impulse or not, if you had gone down those steps you could have broken your neck.”
“There are a lot of people in the way. I’m sure they would have broken the fall. It is more likely that I would have twisted an ankle.”
“Owen
,
Miss Dean, wait.”
The sound of Nick’s sharp, urgent voice came from the street. Virginia turned and saw him plowing a path through the crowd. He had a firm grip on Charlotte’s hand, hauling her with him.
Owen watched the pair come quickly toward them.
“What did you see?” he asked Nick.
“I glanced back in this direction just as I was assisting Miss Tate into a cab. Saw a figure in a cloak push through the crowd. Her movements were very deliberate. It appeared that she was determined to get to Miss Dean. Thought maybe she wanted to have a word with her, but there was something about the way she was moving that did not seem right. Then I saw Miss Dean stumble.”
“Someone brushed up against me,” Virginia said. “It was an accident.” But even as she spoke, she remembered the frisson of intuition that had seared her senses.
“The woman in the cloak tried to push Virginia down the steps,” Owen said.
“Who was it?” Charlotte demanded. “Did you see her face?”
“No, but I saw her glove and her shoes,” Virginia said. “It was Adriana Walters.”
TWENTY-NINE
 
I
am very certain that Adriana acted on impulse,” Virginia said. “Nothing more.”
 
Owen looked at her from the opposite seat of the carriage. In the shadows of the darkened cab it was impossible to read her face. “She hates you.”
“She is seething because she fears Leybrook is going to let her go, and she blames me. I understand. But she is not the one who murdered Ratford and Hackett. You said yourself, the killer is a man.”
“It does not follow that she is not linked to the killer,” Owen said. A fever was simmering in him, but it was generated by frustration. It had not been easy to let Adriana escape.
Virginia hesitated. “Well, I suppose anything is possible, but my intuition tells me that Adriana is not involved in murder.”
“Intuition is not always reliable.”
“Think about it, Owen. If Adriana was in league with the killer, she would have had no reason to try to push me down the steps. Hurting me or even killing me in that manner would not have achieved the murderer’s ends. He is using his victims to lay down energy in mirrors. That requires planning and preparation.”
“She is dangerous, Virginia.”
“She is a woman scorned. I will be careful around her.”
“You should have let me go after her.”
“For pity’s sake, Owen, what on earth would you have done with her if I had let you catch her? She would have declared the whole thing an accident and pointed out that nothing bad happened. What proof would you have had to offer that the shove was deliberate? And all of this would have taken place in front of an audience of people who do not trust you. It would have been a fiasco.”
He said nothing.
“Well?” Virginia said. “What could you have done?”
“Frightened her out of her wits.”
There was a short, startled silence.
“Yes, well, you can be quite intimidating. I have no doubt but that you could have thrown a good scare into her.”
“I meant literally,” he said very softly. “It is part of my talent. I could have gone further. I could have frightened her to death.”
“Oh.” Virginia cleared her throat. “I see. Have you ever actually—”
“Yes.”
“But only monsters.”
“Yes.”
“Adriana Walters may be a problem, but she is not one of the monsters.”
“They hide in plain sight, Virginia. That is what makes them so bloody dangerous.”
“Which is why you need proof before you take such permanent action. You have no proof to use against Adriana.”
Owen tapped his fingers against the seat and switched his attention to the street scene outside the window. “You’re right, of course.”
There was a long silence.
“I do appreciate that you have committed yourself to protecting me while you hunt for the killer,” Virginia said after a while.
He turned his head to look at her. “I would walk into hell to keep you safe.”
There was a short, shocked silence.
“Owen,” she whispered.
Tension, desire and a lot of hot but unfocused energy shimmered invisibly in the atmosphere. He dragged the carriage curtains shut and reached for Virginia. He drew her toward him, opening his legs to make room for the waterfall of skirts and petticoats between his thighs.
“You cannot begin to guess how much I want you,” he said.
He pushed back the hood of her cloak, caught her face between his hands and kissed her, hard and deeply.
She returned the kiss with sweet, feminine excitement. His blood was already running hot in his veins, a volatile brew of sexual desire seasoned with the fierce, elemental need to protect Virginia. The knowledge that she wanted him brought the temperature to the scalding point.
He released her face and slipped his hands beneath the folds of her cloak. He found the hooks of the bodice and began to undo them one by one. She clutched his shoulder and made a soft, urgent little sound.
“Damned bustle,” he muttered a short time later. “How the devil do women manage with the things?”
Her laugh was soft, husky and sensual. “Carefully, Mr. Sweetwater. Very, very carefully.”
He would have taken her there in the dark, intimate confines of the cab, the bustle be damned, but for the unfortunate fact that the drive to her town house was far too short for what he had in mind. Nevertheless he could not restrain his passions entirely. By the time the carriage halted in front of Number Seven, the interior of the cab was as humid and scented as an overheated stillroom filled with exotic herbs and mysterious spices.
Virginia’s hair had come free of her tightly pinned chignon, and he had one hand inside the partially undone gown. His own clothing was also in disarray. His tie hung loose around his neck, the front of his waistcoat was open, and so was the collar of his shirt. He was as hard, if not harder, than he had ever been in his life, with the possible exception of the last time that he had made love to Virginia.
“It seems we have arrived,” he said against her mouth. He moved his thumb over one delicate nipple.
“Already?” Virginia sounded breathless and a bit dazed. She slipped her hands out from under his shirt with obvious reluctance.

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