Only For His Lady by Christi Caldwell

Author:Christi Caldwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Regency
Publisher: Christi Caldwell
Published: 2016-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The door had closed several moments ago. Several very long moments ago. The lock had turned, indicating privacy once more from Damian’s horrid mother with her unkind words and cruel expectations for her son. Yet, Theodosia remained frozen.

He was betrothed. From her spot, crouched under Damian’s desk, she rubbed the top of her head, a poor, wounded head she’d quite solidly thwacked upon hearing those shocking words voiced by his mother. Oh, she’d heard mention that the powerful, evil Renshaw line inevitably bound their members to other powerful, evil families. But that was before she’d known Damian and now, knowing there was another… She touched the knot on her head and winced. It mattered not. Not at all. Well, the knot on her head did but who Damian wed and when he wed or why he wed was as insignificant as what food she’d break her fast with.

Liar.

Two gleaming black boots appeared in her line of vision and she jumped, knocking her head once more. “Bloody hell,” she complained. Must he be so blasted silent? With his impressive size and power, he should, at the very least, be noisy with his footsteps.

Damian fell to a knee beside the desk. He peered into the darkened space, a faint smile on his lips. She was very glad that at least one of them found the entire circumstance amusing. “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” she bit out, sitting back on her heels. “You are free to attend whatever important business you have to see to.” As he’d pointed out several times to his mama.

“You are my business.”

Her lips parted with surprise.

He held a hand out and she eyed his fingers a moment and then reluctantly placed her fingertips in his. Damian drew her out and up, and they stood there beside his desk, their bodies a hairsbreadth apart. “You are betrothed.” She winced as the almost accusatory charge tumbled from her lips. “Not that you are not entitled to be betrothed.” Be betrothed? Surely there was some rule about two be starting words being paired? Silence your mouth, Theodosia. “But you really shouldn’t go about kissing ladies while you are betrothed to another.” Especially another who was trim and blonde and all things lovely where Theodosia was not. “It isn’t done,” she finished lamely when he still said nothing.

He brushed his knuckles along her jaw and forced her gaze up to his. “I am not betrothed.”

“But you will be.” His mother had been very clear on that particular point.

“Yes, I daresay one day I shall be betrothed. But it will not be to the Lady Minerva.”

“It won’t?” She hated the almost hopeful note to her question.

“It won’t. My mother certainly expects as much, but it will not be her.”

The fact that it was not Lady Minerva and was, in fact, another did little to ease the agonized tightening in her chest, sentiments that felt a good deal like jealousy. She groaned. She’d come to care for Damian, enemy to her family, feared Duke of Devlin.

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