The Black Diamond

(sequel to Legacy of the Diamond)

Chapter 1

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Devonshire
,
England
January 1818

"
I
will not marry him!"

Lady Aurora Huntley nearly toppled the study chair, leaping to her feet as if she'd been singed. With a look of utter incredulity, she stared across the desk at her brother, her chest tight with unspeakable fury. "My God, Slayde, have you lost your mind?"

"No." The Earl of Pembourne unfolded from his chair, his silver-gray eyes narrowed in warning. "I assure you, Aurora, I am quite sane. You, on the other hand, are bordering on irrational. Now, sit down."

"Irrational?"
Aurora
ignored the command, tilting back her head to gaze up at her tall, formidable brother. "You've just announced to me, as casually as one would announce the time of day, that in a matter of weeks you'll be marrying me off to an affable but uninspiring man who is no more than a chance acquaintance and for whom I feel nothing, and you find my anger irrational?"

"The Viscount Guillford is a fine man," Slayde refuted, hands clasped behind his back as if prepared to do battle. "He's honest and principled—I've done business with him for years and know that firsthand. He's also financially secure, well respected, even tempered, and generous, not to mention nice-looking and charming, as is evidenced by the number of women reputedly vying for his affections—and his name."

"I'm not most women."

A muscle flexed in Slayde's jaw. "I'm only too well aware of that. Nonetheless, the viscount is everything I just described and more. He's also—for some very fortunate and equally baffling reason—thoroughly smitten with you, even after a mere four or five meetings. In fact, according to him, he fell under your spell on his first visit to Pembourne. That was the time I was unavoidably detained for our business meeting and, to quote Guillford, you entertained him with your delightful company until I arrived."

"Entertained him? We chatted about White's and the finer points of whist. He made a gracious attempt to teach me to play. You were a quarter hour late. The moment you walked into the sitting room, I excused myself and left. That was the extent of the 'entertainment' I provided."

"Well, you must have made quite an impression. The viscount found you refreshing and lovely. Further, he's one of a select and rapidly diminishing few who remain unperturbed by the Huntley curse and by the scandal surrounding our age-old feud with the Bencrofts. When you consider the events of the past fortnight, that last factor could be the most significant of all Guillford's attributes. So, contrary to your protests, you are indeed going to marry him."

"But, Slayde…"

"No." Adamantly, Slayde sliced the air with his palm, silencing
Aurora
's oncoming plea. "My decision is final. The arrangements are under way. The subject is closed."

Aurora
sucked in her breath, taken aback by the unyielding fervor of Slayde's decree. It had been months—last spring to be exact—since she'd seen that rigid, uncompromising expression on his face, felt that impenetrable wall of reserve loom up between them.

She'd thought the old Slayde gone forever—together with his obsessive hatred for the Bencrofts. That Slayde had vanished last May when he'd met and subsequently married Courtney
John
ston who, with her quiet spirit and unwavering love, had permeated Slayde's heart, granting him peace with the past and hope for the future.

Until now, when all the wonder Courtney had effected was in danger of being shattered—and by the very man Slayde so loathed.

Lawrence
Bencroft, the Duke of Morland.

Fury swelled inside
Aurora
as she contemplated the hell Morland had resurrected with his bloody investigation, his false accusations. Damn him for stirring up doubts that had, at long last, begun to subside. Damn him for casting aspersion on the Huntleys, then dying before he could be disproved.

Most of all, damn that bloody black diamond. Damn it
and
its heinous curse. For three generations it had haunted her family. Would they never escape its lethal grasp?

With a hard swallow,
Aurora
struggled to compose herself. "Slayde," she tried, reminding herself yet again that her brother's irrationality was founded in fear, not domination or cruelty. "I realize that the
ton's
focus has returned to the diamond with a vengeance since Morland's accusations and now his death. But…"

"The
ton?"
A predatory look flashed in Slayde's eyes. "Cease this nonsensical attempt to placate me, Aurora. You know bloody well I don't give a damn about the fashionable world or their gossip. What I
do
give a damn about are the three attempted burglaries, half-dozen extortion letters, and equally as many threats that have besieged Pembourne over the past ten days. Evidently Morland's sudden demise, on the heels of commencing an investigation that—according to his
very
public announcement—would prove I was harboring the black diamond, has once again convinced numerous privateers and scoundrels, prompting them to act. Clearly they intend to ransack my home, threaten and browbeat me into producing the stone—a stone I've never seen and haven't the slightest clue where to find."

"But how can anyone invade Pembourne? You have guards posted everywhere."

Slayde scowled. "That offers reassurances, not guarantees.
Aurora
, I'm your guardian. I'm also your brother. That means I'm not only responsible for your safety, I'm committed to ensuring it. I won't see you harmed or vulnerable to attack."

"I'll take my chances."

"I won't." Slayde's tone was as uncompromising as his words. "I intend to see you safely wed, severed from the Huntley name for good."

Wincing,
Aurora
tried another tactic. "How does Courtney feel about your insistence that I marry the viscount?"

One dark brow rose. "I think you know the answer to that."

"She fought your decision."

"Like a tigress."

Despite her careening emotions,
Aurora
smiled. "T
hank
God."

"Don't bother. 'Tis a waste of time. You won't win this battle—not even with Courtney's help."

A knowing look. "Why not? She's not only my closest friend, she's your wife—
and
your greatest weakness. I have yet to see you refuse her anything."

"There's a first time for everything." Slayde inhaled sharply. "In any case, Courtney is not the issue here. You are."

"I beg to differ with you. Courtney is the issue here. As is your unborn child. How are you going to protect
them
from the curse?"

Pain flashed in Slayde's eyes. "With my life. I have no other means. I can't protect them, as I can you, by severing their ties to me. 'Tis too late for that. Courtney and I are bound in the most fundamental way possible—my babe is growing inside her. I cannot offer her freedom, a new life, even if I chose to. But with you—I can." Slowly he walked around his desk to face his sister. "There's no point in arguing,
Aurora
. I've already accepted Guillford's offer. You'll be married in a month." He paused, studying
Aurora
's clenched fists from beneath hooded lids. "I realize you're furious at me right now. I hope someday you'll understand. But whether or not you do, you're marrying Guillford. So I suggest you accustom yourself to the idea." Slayde's expression softened. "He adores you. He told me himself that he wants to give you the world. As for you, I know you enjoy his company. I've seen you smile, even laugh, in his presence."

"I behave similarly in the presence of Courtney's pup, Tyrant."

Another scowl. "You'll learn to love him."

Vehemently,
Aurora
shook her head. "No, Slayde, I won't."

She turned and marched out of the study.

* * *

"I spent all last night pleading your case."

Courtney Huntley, the very lovely, very pregnant Countess of Pembourne, sighed, shadows of fatigue etched beneath her sea green eyes. "He's adamant that this union take place."

"The whole idea is ludicrous."
Aurora
paced the length of her friend's bedchamber, her red-gold hair whipping about her shoulders. "Slayde of all people should realize that marriage must be founded on love, not reason. After all, that's why you two wed. My brother is so in love with you he can scarcely see straight. How can he want less for me?"

"He doesn't want less for you," Courtney defended at once. "I promise you, Aurora, if there were someone special in your life, someone you cared for, Slayde would refuse Lord Guillford's offer in a heartbeat."

"But since there isn't, I'm being forced to wed the most acceptable substitute?"

Courtney sighed. "I can't argue that Slayde's plan is a dreadful mistake. All I can do is explain that his worry for your welfare is eclipsing his reason. I've never seen him so distraught, not even when we first met. Since Morland died and speculation over the black diamond's whereabouts has escalated into a host of threats, it's as if he's been reliving years past. He's no more rational about me than he is about you. I'm not even permitted to stroll the gardens alone. Either he or one of the guards is perpetually glued to my side."

"Well, perhaps you're willing to accept it. I'm not."

A flicker of humor. "Willing? No. Resigned is a better choice of words." Tenderly, Courtney smoothed her palm over her swollen abdomen. "I'm a bit more unwieldy than I was a few months past—or hadn't you noticed? I suspect I wouldn't prove much of an adversary to the guards if I tried to outrun them."

Aurora
didn't return her smile. "I can't marry Lord Guillford, Courtney," she whispered, coming to a halt. "I just can't."

Their gazes met.

"I'll talk to Slayde again," Courtney vowed. "Tonight. I'll think of something—Lord knows what, but I'll fight this betrothal with every emotional weapon I possess."

With a worried nod,
Aurora
looked away, contemplating her options.

Customarily Courtney's assurances would have been more than enough. But not this time.

Slayde had been too vehement, too single-minded, and there was too much at stake.

She'd have to ensure his cooperation on her own.

* * *

The manor was dark when
Aurora
slipped out the back door and through the trees. She'd mentally mapped out her route five times since the last of Pembourne's lamps had been doused, grateful she had a new escape route the guards had yet to discern.

That was because she'd only just discovered it.

She'd come upon the tiny path last week, by pure chance, while romping about with Tyrant. He'd raced off, thereby leading her to the small clearing. Curiously, she'd explored it, discovering with some surprise that the path wound its way to the southern tip of the estate. She'd stored that knowledge away by sheer force of habit, never expecting to use either the information or the route. Her perpetual attempts to escape the prison Pembourne represented had come to an end last spring, along with Courtney's arrival.

But today's decree called for drastic measures. And come hell or high water, she intended to take them.

Inching through the fine layer of snow that clung to the grass,
Aurora
made her way to the narrow section of trees behind the conservatory, then slipped through them, careful not to disturb the branches or make a sound. Although given the current circumstances she was sure none of the guards was concentrating on her whereabouts. First, because they were keeping vigil, looking out for intruders. And second, she thought with a grin, because her restlessness had so thoroughly vanished they'd become lax about keeping an eye on her. All the better.