Captive Embraces by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-01-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“I won’t wear these, I won’t!” Sirena rebelled at the thin woven stocking Frau Holtz had brought to her.

“Suit yourself, Mevrouw, but when the silk stockings make your legs feel as though they are smothering and they keep your body heat, you’ll be sorry!” the housekeeper snapped. “Who can see these beneath your gown? Who will know?”

Sirena made a face as she looked at the unattractive hose. Reluctantly, she snatched them out of Frau Holtz’s hands and fell heavily on the side of the bed to put them on. She had still not gotten over the incident at her party two nights earlier. From all aspects it was a horrifying experience. Not only that, but she was piqued with herself for passing out in a faint. The last thing she remembered was Regan rushing to her aid and sweeping her up in his arms. After that, all was a total blank until the next morning. And to make her mood blacker, each time she questioned Frau Holtz about what happened afterward, all the woman would say was that she had given her mistress laudanum for the pain and dressed her wounds.

Frau Holtz sighed as she watched Sirena fasten the thin woven stockings to her garters. She knew the reason for Sirena’s temper. It was because she refused to tell her anything about Regan. How could she tell Sirena how gentle Regan had been with her? How he had helped tend her burns and had worried over her, hovering near her bedside. And then, due to the worst possible luck, that Sirena had looked up to see Stephan standing in the doorway and had murmured his name. No, she determined she would never tell her. It would break her heart and wouldn’t come to any good. The Frau knew that Regan would never understand. Hadn’t she herself seen the rage in his face?

“I believe I’ll wear my bronze day dress, Frau Holtz. Would you get it from the clothes press?”

“Mevrouw, I wish you wouldn’t go out today. You only left your bed yesterday afternoon, it’s too soon yet! You stay home, ja?”

“I stay home, no. There’s business to take care of and I’ve already sent word to Tyler that I would come to his office.”

“He can come here. For dinner, ja?”

“No. I can’t stay about the house.” Then her tone softened. “Good friend, I know you worry for my welfare, but I’m fine. Really. Now, please help me. I promise I won’t be long. What is the difference if I sit at home or in the coach? I won’t be on my feet much; I promise.”

Realizing it was useless to argue, Frau Holtz sighed loudly and went about helping Sirena dress.

After a pleasant ride through the city, Sirena’s coach pulled up in front of Tyler Sinclair’s offices. Jacobus climbed down from his perch beside the driver and helped her to the ground, taking care not to hurry her. If Sirena so much as winced with discomfort, the Frau would have his head.

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