Twice Bitten by Emanuelle R.G. & Emanuelle RG

Author:Emanuelle, R.G. & Emanuelle, RG [Emanuelle, R.G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mystic Books by RCE
Published: 2013-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

FIONA STOOD AT the entrance of the Godwyn home, acting desperate for Bridget's benefit.

"But I'm afraid Miss Rose simply cannot see you," Bridget said. "She is indisposed."

"Please, I must insist on waiting," Fiona pressed. "I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Very well. Come in, please." Bridget led Fiona into the parlor and told her that she would announce her to Rose. She gave Fiona a once-over, narrowing her eyes, then turned and went up the steps on rotund legs, hitching up her apron along the way.

Fiona paced in short laps between the door and a card table. Everything was falling into place. By flirting with Ursula herself, Fiona had forced Rose to recognize her own feelings. To admit to them. Jealousy, Fiona had learned, had a way of bringing a person's emotions to the surface. And the hostility she'd been feeling from Rose lately was the sign she needed. Rose was ready to fight for Ursula. All she needed to do now was to feed Rose the story.

She stepped out of the parlor and stood at the foot of the steps, listening to what Rose and Bridget were saying to one another on the second floor. It wasn't difficult with her powerful hearing.

"Miss Rose," Bridget called as she knocked.

"What is it?" Rose replied behind the closed door.

"There's a visitor for you."

"A visitor? For me?" Fiona heard Rose open her door to the housekeeper. "Who is it?"

"Miss Fiona Keane."

There was a pause. Fiona felt the air thicken.

"Tell her I can't possibly see her. I'm busy."

"I told her that but she insisted on waiting until you were available. She's in the parlor."

Rose huffed. "Very well. Tell her I'll be down shortly."

Fiona heard the scuffling of Bridget's shoes and quickly went back into the parlor. Bridget stepped in. "Miss Rose will be down shortly, miss. Please make yourself comfortable."

Bridget's voice was tight. Fiona got the distinct feeling that Bridget did not want her to make herself comfortable at all, but she tried not to care and sat on a pink floral divan, almost motionless. She'd wait patiently and for as long as necessary. This time, she took no interest in the art, the furniture, or the cushions. She had absolutely no interest in anything other than what was about to transpire.

Nonetheless, Bridget's scrutinizing glance kept flashing in her mind. It gave her a sick feeling.

Twenty minutes later, Rose entered the parlor, her hands gripping fistfuls of green dress at her sides.

"Fiona," she said through tight lips. Rose stood several feet away from her. "I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time. I'm in the midst of some work for the Society."

"I'm sorry, but it's very important I speak with you." She stood up and took a step toward Rose.

Bubbles of fabric spilled out from between Rose's fingers. "I'm afraid it's impossible..."

"I think you'll be interested in what I have to say. It has to do with Ursula." Fiona tilted her head to dispel the tightness in her neck. The days were

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