My Darling, My Disaster by Amalie Howard & Angie Morgan

Author:Amalie Howard & Angie Morgan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-03-26T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Lana tugged her cloak closer and flattened her body against the mews. Horses whinnied in their stalls behind her, and she drew a shaky breath. This was a reckless, foolish plan, and Lord Langlevit would be livid if he knew what she was up to. He’d received her note about Viktor having dinner at Bishop House, and a reply had been waiting for her upon her return from Essex. Mary had kept it from Mrs. Frommer’s wrathful eyes the few days Lana and Gray were away. She’d believed it to be another love note from Lana’s secret beau and hadn’t wanted the housekeeper to read or burn it as Mrs. Frommer had once threatened to do.

The wax seal had been unbroken when Lana had read the earl’s terse reply:

My Strength will Be with you

Even from afar

Ever a watchful Protector

Until my Heart is yours again.

Fear not, Brave one.

We will be Together soon.

She’d deciphered his underlying meaning immediately: Langlevit was leaving for his meeting with the cryptographer, but someone would be watching Bishop House that night. Someone he trusted. Lana knew Heart referred to Irina, and Langlevit’s coded promise that they would be together soon had settled Lana’s nerves, at least a little.

But she couldn’t sit by and wait for Viktor to find her. Even now, he was closer than he’d ever been, having dinner at Bishop House. She’d been grateful for the excuse to accompany Brynn to the modiste.

That afternoon, after the dress fitting and Countess Vandermere’s impromptu invitation to the musicale, Lana had pleaded illness—again—and asked to be excused. Brynn had taken one look at her fatigued, wan complexion and commanded that she return to the residence. Thank heavens, it would seem, for the few sleepless nights she had endured in Essex. She did as requested and had Colton deliver her to Bishop House, but other than borrowing a worn pair of Brynn’s black breeches and a low-brimmed hat, she did not tarry long.

Because she had other plans.

It had been rather simple finding out where Viktor was staying. Her friendship with James and Percy had offered more than just colorful vocabulary lessons. James had been the one to deliver the dinner invitations, and when Lana found him polishing the silver in the pantry earlier that morning, all she’d needed to do was bat her lashes and express an interest in her countryman, Baron Zakorov.

“Who is he?” Lana had asked, feigning awe. “Is he very important?”

“He’s a dignitary, isn’t he? A toff like the rest of ’em,” James answered.

Lana had seen no smooth way around her next question but had attempted ignorance. “Does he live in a place like Bishop House?”

James had rewarded her. “Nah, he’s at the Stevens Hotel in Knightsbridge, where the rest of the military gents stay.”

She drew a strangled breath now that she had arrived, struggling for air beneath the bindings of the cloth wrapped tightly about her breasts. She had no idea how Brynn did it, and on horseback, no less. The material itched and felt constrictive, but it had been the only option.

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