Devil's Mistress by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-04-21T14:44:18.373000+00:00

Brianna spent the first hours he had gone, sitting upon the bed. She tried to think and reason, but she could not. All she could do was sit, and feel the dull pain in her heart.

Ah! If only she could hate him! But she believed every word, and her heart and soul ached for all of them. Poor Alwyn, stripped of her child and mind. Poor Sloan, caring for her, denied both the heir he surely craved, and perhaps the possibility finally, truly, of finding love. She could picture his Alwyn, pale and frail, seeking only the company and solace of her birds!

Nay, never could she deny she loved him still. Perhaps she loved him more. But could she stay with him? She trembled slightly, sitting there. She knew that, for him, it was all quite simple and easy. To the eyes of Lord Treveryan there was no hardship in being his mistress. But try as she might, Brianna could never forget that he had a wife. And he was, like all men, a fool. He thought that he could protect her from scandal. He did not realize that she would never be accepted in his world. That should she conceive, their child would be an outcast—shunned, just as his dear friend Jemmie had been shunned. Even King Charles had not been able to protect his son, and Sloan was not a king.

She sighed and began to pace the cabin, barely aware, as she passed back and forth, that she was lovingly touching things. His desk, the bottle of dark rum upon it, the chair behind it. The bedding, the pillows they had shared.

She did have to leave him. Not as she did in Port Quinby—never would she risk others’ lives again. But there had to be a way, and tomorrow she would find it. She sat down again, shaking and weakening. Leaving him would be like cutting out her heart. It would be so much easier to stay.

But, dear God, what would happen if he ceased to love her? If the strain of all that lay between them ate at their love until there was nothing left but bitterness? That would be far worse than going now, when at least she could cherish the memory forever.

Paddy had come to tell her that the Sea Hawk would remain in Upsinwich for at least two days. Since it was a Puritan community, perhaps she could find word of the Powells—and, with them, a firm bulwark. Not against Sloan’s strength—against his love.

But that would be tomorrow. Tonight, tonight she could not leave him. She wanted to hold him and cherish and give him all her love—one last time.

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