long, measuring glance, but after a moments hesitation accepted her assistance, draping his arm around her shoulders and allowing her to bear some of his weight.
You really should have a cane, she murmured, striving to ignore the intimacy of the contact. My grandfather keeps several here at my aunts house. I will find one for you.
Thankfully he released her when they reached the landing. Her stomach churning, Raven pushed open the front door and entered with Lasseter behind her.
For a brief moment she considered taking the cowards way out and simply sneaking up to her rooms. But the two footmen standing at attention in the entrance hall had already spied her. And just then her aunts butler appeared.
Miss Raven! Pleasure and relief wreathed his lined face. You have returned! Were you harmed? The aging butler caught himself. Forgive me, miss. We have been frantic with worry, awaiting word of you.
Thank you, Broady. Raven managed a smile. I wasnt seriously harmed. Will you please inform my aunt that I am home?
Certainly, miss, and his lordship as well. Your grandfather has taken to his bed, he was so distraught over your disappearance.
Raven felt a renewed surge of guilt. She had been so concerned with her own dire circumstances, she hadnt wanted to think about how her grandfathers health would be affected by her abduction. The shock of her ruination might very well kill him.
Just then her aunt called out from the rear parlor. Raven, is that you? The silver-haired dame came into the hall. In Gods name, are you all right?
Im well enough, Aunt.
What happened? We feared the worst.
Perhaps we should speak in private, Raven suggested, preferring not to air the shameful details in front of the servants.
It was no doubt a measure of how overset Lady Dalrymple was that she ignored the suggestion. All we could think of was that someone held a grudge against Jervis
or perhaps Halford. Who were those brutes who abducted you?
Raven gave Lasseter a quick glance. His mouth was set grimly, and she sensed the tension in the muscular lines of his body. He expected her to denounce his brother, she knew, and yet she found herself hesitating.
What point would be served by naming Sean Lasseter as her abductor? Did she truly want to see him in prison? And what of the consequences to Kell? He could very well be implicated in his brothers machinations.
She owed him more than that, Raven realized. Hehad saved her from his brothers violence, after all. And he had behaved honorably last night, after a fashion. Hed succored her in her dire need without taking advantage of her terrible vulnerability. How many other men would have acted with the same nobility? And then she had shot him for his efforts
.
Raven took a steadying breath, committing herself. Im not certain who they were, Aunt. They wore masks and never showed themselves before they struck me unconscious.
Beside her, she sensed Lasseters sharp glance. She could feel his gaze boring into her as she went on with her fabricated tale. Thankfully, this gentleman rescued me. This is Mr. Kell Lasseter, Aunt. Mr. Lasseter, my great-aunt Catherine, Lady Dalrymple.
He gave a brief bow, while the elderly lady stiffened.
Lasseter? Of the Derbyshire Lasseters?
The same, my lady, he responded.
You are Adam Lasseters eldest son. When he didnt deny it, a mingled look of horror and distaste claimed her haughty features. I am acquainted with your unsavory reputation, sir! You are a notorious gamester, your mother was an Irish nobody, and it is common knowledge that you murdered your uncle!
Shocked by the last charge, Raven couldnt help but stare at Lasseter.
The smile he gave was dangerous. I wonder which you consider my greatest crime, Lady Dalrymple? The fact that Im a gamester, of Irish blood, or rumored to be a murderer?
She shuddered, while her hands rose to her
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