Fall of the Lyon: The Lyon's Den by Chasity Bowlin & The Lyon's Den

Author:Chasity Bowlin & The Lyon's Den [Bowlin, Chasity]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romance, Historical, Fiction
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Meg moved through the chamber like an automaton. Every item in that room only served as a reminder of the man she was about to bury, a man who had been her father, and in the past few years, her mother as well. Everything in that chamber was familiar to her, and yet, without his presence within those walls, the space felt foreign to her somehow. For the first time, she noticed that the curtains had become shabby and worn, the bedclothes had begun to fade—the blue velvet little better than a muddy gray in spots. Everywhere she looked, it was all signs of age and neglect. When he’d been there, needing her care and attention, such things had been much more easily overlooked.

Behind her, she could hear Leo rifling through drawers and the stacks of paper that had accumulated in the room over the past several months. It was all letters and receipts and things that pertained to her stepfather’s collection. She wasn’t entirely certain she trusted her new husband. There was little reason for him to mean her harm, she hoped, but just because his fate was tied to hers at the moment didn’t make him a true ally. Once they’d dealt with her uncle, it remained to be seen just how they’d deal with one another.

Moving away from the table that was piled high with books, she crossed the room to another table in the far corner, this one laden with small bits of ancient crockery and other small bits of plunder. As she neared it, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall. They were close. Very close. And the door to their own chamber was too far away. He placed his hand firmly over her mouth, indicating that she should be quiet before she could even utter a single word.

Fuming internally at the implication she was too stupid to know when to be discreet about their snooping, she glowered at him. Regardless of her temper, she remained silent as the door to the bedchamber beyond opened. She immediately recognized her uncle’s heavy footfalls.

“Look around, dammit!” Roger shouted.

“What for?” Neville sneered indolently.

“Something to show how he arranged this match for Margaret!”

“Why do we need to prove he arranged it?”

Roger cursed softly. “We do not need to prove he arranged it, you dolt! We need to destroy any evidence that he was behind it. We can’t challenge the match and have it annulled if it looks as if he sanctioned it! If you want to marry the girl and claim her forty thousand pounds, you’ll need to get off your arse and start using your head for something other than a place to put your hat!”

Meg felt her heart pounding in her chest. It was just as Leo had said. They would try to have the marriage declared invalid. It would ruin her. It would ruin them both. More to the point, it would place her firmly in Roger’s hand as it would render her his ward.

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