My cry of, “What in God’s name?” thanks to my gag, came out as one jumbled, inelegant, “Aah ih aw ehh!” I threw my body forward, onto my knees, and tried to say, “You untie me this instant!” but that didn’t come out any better than the first attempt.
I shook my head like a horse trying to throw off its bridle and wrestled my shoulders. Lavinia was, by contrast, sitting quite still and staring.
“I said I’d come fetch you,” he replied, shifting forward to undo my bindings. I didn’t like being tied down when I’d been subjected to the toxin, so I certainly didn’t like it now.
The minute the fabric was unwound from around my mouth, I launched into a tirade, though the language was so much quicker in my head than I was able to spit out. My tongue, due to my disability, still remained at a pace behind my mind, and it only made me blush hotter.
“Jonathon Whitby! You…should be ashamed of yourself. This is not how you treat ladies. Much less ones you’re courting,” I murmured vehemently. “We had no idea what was going on. That was…simply cruel!”
I looked over at Lavinia for support, expecting a mutually incensed young woman.
Instead, I found Lavinia looking rather dreamily at Nathaniel as he undid her bindings. We wore the same blush, blooming brightly, but hers seemed far less borne of anger. As she leaned toward him with hitching breaths, I rolled my eyes. I supposed, in her Gothic novel heart, that this was somehow very romantic.
Jonathon noted with discomfort that I was not so swayed. He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off.
“Why such a show of abducting us, what good did that do save scare us to death?” I asked, keeping my tone hard. “And I hope you’ll give us the small courtesy of telling us where we’ve been swept off to.”
“It’s good to see you, too, you know,” he said, frowning.
“Don’t you dare pout at me! You nearly drove us mad!” I snapped. I felt my whole body grow hot with the delayed panic, as if the blush were a rapid contagion, my survival instinct now overturned with relief and yet replaced by a thorough and violent anger. “After all we’ve been through, to do something like that? It’s not a game! It’s not a game when I honestly thought I might die,” I said, tears springing to my eyes. “When I’m scared I might soon die, with your help or no, these dangerous circumstances—”
Jonathon climbed in the carriage and took me by the arms and spoke earnestly. “I’m so sorry. This was what was advised to us.” I wanted to break away, but his embrace felt divine and his warm breath on my ear so delicious. I cursed giving over easily, though my heartbeat still pounded like the thump of rolling trains. “I thought you’d know it was me.”
“You could’ve said something,” I murmured. I glanced over, glaring at Nathaniel. “You could have whispered something, either of you—”
“No,” Jonathon replied firmly. “We were both advised against that as your body, fight, and struggle would have changed in the moment, and even a hitch could have cost us the ruse. Please understand that we feared eyes upon us, we had to keep up appearances.”
“Advised by who—”
“Gabriel Brinkman,” Nathaniel piped in. I noticed that as he stood at the side of the carriage, Lavinia had gravitated to him, sitting midcarriage between the benches in a pool of black satin and ensconced in her paramour’s arms. I furrowed my brow.
“Ah, Mister Brinkman.” I turned back to Jonathon, pulling back to stare him down fully. “He who ferreted you off without allowing you any chance to tell me you were going?”
Suddenly Lavinia seemed to recover her dignity and self-awareness. “Or me!” she piped in.
Both gentlemen sighed in tandem.
“Time was of the essence. And to tell you the truth, Brinkman so passionately convinced me to just come directly to London that it was precisely the thing to do. I telegraphed a note to Mrs. Northe with addresses I’d found in my searching on the streets of New York, several Master’s Society properties that had that fiery red and gold aura about them, the demon’s mark.”
“You wrote Mrs. Northe, but not me—”
“It was encoded, and nothing could be traced. I didn’t know how to send you something as efficiently that wouldn’t give too much away. Please, Natalie, your need to be included shouldn’t overreach the caution for my safety and that of your own.”
“No, it shouldn’t,” I agreed. “But I do hope you’ll explain why this show of force was necessary.” I fought to take the edge off my voice, trying not to let the tears of panic I’d held back now flow forth in relief and displaced anger. My stubbornness was not so easily worn down.
“Brinkman said that there was a Society tail that he thought was closing in on me in New York, and had reports that things were escalating in England, that the Society was keeping an eye out on any of their scientists, experimenters, and operatives. We chanced that if I returned to England and convinced the Master that I was still my evil half, then they might be more forthcoming in general while giving me leave to move and interact with more freedom.”
My jaw fell open. “You chanced meeting with that man again? He could’ve had you killed!”
“Brinkman was at the ready with police should I have signaled distress. But I convinced the bastard.” A furious flash of pride crossed over his lovely, albeit haunted, face. I wondered if playing the demon again had the same distressing affect that his soul had shown when his body and mind were failing in the painting. “Dragged Nathaniel into it with me, he was brilliant.”
“How did you earn his trust?” Lavinia asked, looking up at Nathaniel, her voice breathy, impressed.
“By saying I wanted to see the breadth of his power as I could see my Association was under attack, and that they indeed had presented themselves as a test group of willing subjects. I told him if I could bring the Association into the fold of something more powerful, then I was willing to become a devotee in turn,” Veil said convincingly.
“I played the same part as before,” Jonathon continued. “I’ve seen the mannerisms and the pointed, eerie ways of the possessed enough to know how to mimic them. He asked questions of my conquests, and I invented elaborate stories.” His shudder inspired my own. “And I made some promises…” And here his expression suddenly grew sheepish.
“Promises? I’m not sure I like the sound of that, Jonathon,” I said, my voice lowering. “What kind of promises?”
“Bait,” Nathaniel replied with a nonchalance that disturbed me. Our respective gentlemen looked at each of us.
“Us?” I was immediately indignant again.
“Only if you’re willing,” Jonathon rushed to reply. “I had a feeling when I met with the “’Master”’ that you’d be coming. Natalie. You have that way about you, a certain predictability…” He offered a fond smile that threatened to undo my indignity. “And I know you want to eliminate these bastards as much as I do.”
“Or I could convince others within my Association here in England,” Nathaniel added. “In no way did we predicate this plan on the assurance of your involvement, most esteemed ladies. I am sure I could find other willing women—”
“I’ll do it,” Lavinia blurted. I set my jaw and nearly growled.
“But…” Jonathon leaned forward again to cup my face in his palm. “It would be far better to have the bravest woman I know there at my side. To have someone beside me who knows the enemy better than anyone else? That’s the safest option. For in the baiting, there is the trapping, the snaring of the fox.” Here his bright eyes lit with determination.
“Go on,” I urged. The fact that we were discussing intense and dangerous plans while in an open carriage was questionable, but they must have taken us somewhere far from civilization indeed, as all I could hear outside were the sounds of nature and wildlife at night.
Jonathon continued excitedly. “Brinkman will have guards posted in the secret passages of my home, and just when the true depth of the depravity is revealed, as I hope to get him onto one of his rhapsodies about h
is plans, the authorities will swoop in and apprehend the villain.”
“And the context of this baiting?” I queried pointedly.
Lavinia looked at me with a certain overwhelmed gratefulness, as if it was all she could do just to keep up and she was glad someone was asking the right questions. This kind of mindset and these sorts of situations were not the kind of thing any “good, upstanding” young woman would ever have been trained for. I simply had grown somewhat accustomed to the sort of twisted tale I seemed to have lived into, a strange extension of the countless adventure novels I consumed and loved since I could read.
“Why, you bring all the best bait to a lavish dinner party, of course,” Veil replied with a winning smile. “A meeting of the depraved minds.”
“I am hoping it will bring out others within the Master’s Society for their arrest,” Jonathon added.
“But…” I began, furrowing my brow. “Couldn’t that mean we might end up being outnumbered? For what if Brinkman can’t be trusted? What if he is just serving us all up directly into the hands of the enemy? Who vouches for this stranger who just conveniently, unexpectedly, showed up in our lives?” I thought about the day he swung uninvited into our carriage near Central Park, and this abduction plan seemed like his handiwork indeed. I wondered if he was lurking somewhere nearby, listening to everything. “Arriving knowing more about you than I’d like a stranger to know?”
“He isn’t about to serve us up,” Jonathon said gravely. “He’s playing the double agent just as I am. Though unlike me, he’s not doing his part as a possessed creature. But he is entwined in the same dangerous game, I assure you. Playing for life or death. For someone he loves.”
“Trust us on that count,” Nathaniel murmured. Though I didn’t know the situation, from the look on both their faces, something horrible was at stake, and I felt a pang of pity for Brinkman. To have garnered such an unquestioning response, it must be something terrible indeed.
I nodded, though something nagged at me that I couldn’t shake, the certainty that this couldn’t possibly go smoothly, no matter how well thought out or imagined.
“You still haven’t answered where we are.”
“Ah, yes, that!” Jonathon smiled. “Now that we’re away from watching eyes and listening ears, I shall present our next task. Surveillance.” He offered his arm. Glancing over at Nathaniel, he did the same; a matching set of black sleeves, a similar engaging smile, a glimmer in Nathaniel’s dark eyes was mirrored as well as in Jonathon’s ice-blue ones. It was clear these two were best friends, kindred spirits, and impossible to resist. Even after kidnapping. “Shall we?”
Chapter Twenty-One
The gentlemen helped Lavinia and me out of the carriage, and we stepped down onto soft green moss. From what I could see by the lit lanterns hung on each corner of the fine carriage, we were surrounded by trees, the team of horses having stopped in a little clearing. A bright moon hung high in the sky.
The horses were steaming with their exertion, seeming very glad to be nibbling at grass once Nathaniel removed their bits and patted their sweaty hides. He spoke to the two horses with such fondness, calling them by name, so I now knew this was his carriage, his team. Veil had done well for himself, it would seem, for those were just as fine a set of horses as the carriage itself was of the highest caliber. Perhaps he had a few wealthy patrons. I knew nothing of his lineage, but this wasn’t the time to ask, as a peculiar arrangement lay before us.
A few paces ahead of us sat a circular, dark brick wall draped in climbing ivy that just surpassed Jonathon’s tall height.
He took two of the lanterns from the carriage’s four exterior hooks, then handed one to Nathaniel and strode forward, the beams of light bouncing and illuminating only lush greenery around us. The rest beyond was thorough darkness. Jonathon fished in his pocket before procuring a large iron key that he inserted into just as large of a lock. The solid metal gate opened with a rusty groan, and Jonathon gestured all of us forward.
He led us within the curved wall. Inside were the long-lost remnants of an untended garden that may once have been exquisite.
Up the path sat a small, single-story cottage of dark brick that was nearly entirely overgrown with ivy and climbing roses. The roses, either white or pale pink, I couldn’t quite tell in the light, were the only things looking thoroughly healthy in the area, their tumbling glory utterly unheeding the dilapidation of the building they climbed upon.
We walked carefully up an overgrown flagstone path. Weeds and briars slapped and snagged at my skirts. Jonathon led us up to a splintering wooden door.
This reminded me of a fairy tale. We had somehow crossed into an enchanted forest, and in this hut we would encounter either profit, an oracle, a witch, or some other Grimm doom. Though I had to admit, the scenery had more romance than magic or dread to it, wistfully abandoned.
I wasn’t sure what this place was or once had been, let alone how we could attempt surveillance from so remote a location. Though I had no direct experience with English lords, I’d seen enough of the wealthy to know what an estate was and was not. This was not an estate. But it was curious indeed.
The same large iron key opened the door, paneled in shaded glass as if wanting to keep something within obscured. If there were windows, I couldn’t see them in the darkness for the coverings of ivy and rose briars.
“Where are we?” I asked, looking around at the interior of the small, dusty cottage.
Jonathon took a thin taper sitting on the plate of a sconce by the door and began lighting the candles and lanterns within the place, and pool by pool of light revealed an intriguing space.
While petite, it was lavishly appointed, having obviously kept someone in great state. But considering the forest and wall around it, someone kept hidden.
“It’s a bit of family history,” Jonathon replied with an odd discomfort. “We’re here on Denbury property, but property only known to a few, and accessed by none. I was grateful the carriage path was still somewhat navigable when I first retread it the other day, though I had to take a scythe to it to truly open it back up again. All of this dates back to my great-grandfather’s time...”
“A lady was kept here,” Lavinia stated, picking up dusty, fine lace doilies and distinctly ladies’ accessories: a stray glove, a fan set onto the mantle of a marble fireplace, a vanity placed rather prominently in a room that wasn’t a bedroom, but... “It all looks like one large ladies’ boudoir,” she added.
Nathaniel strode over to a set of lush, thick red velvet curtains and swept one back, revealing an enormous four-poster bed that was nestled into an alcove crowned by an elaborate trim. Or, it would seem it was a bedroom after all.
Jonathon cleared his throat. “Yes. Supposedly, my great-grandfather had quite a precious secret that he wanted to keep quite hidden indeed.”
“On his own property?” Nathaniel said, seeming a bit more impressed than he should have been. If this was going where I thought it was, this was not something a gentleman should aspire to. “I suppose the secrets kept close to home are the most titillating...” he added, tossing a burning glance at Lavinia, who held his gaze and returned it.
I refrained from folding my arms and looking at Jonathon pointedly, though I truly wanted to make him squirm a bit. The sight of the bed had me blushing again, and I cursed my revelatory cheeks. Thankfully, there were other mysteries of the place to catch attention.
Turning away, I gestured to an immense, intriguing door, a massive wrought iron contraption beautifully decorated with floral and ivy patterns, and then gestured back to the smaller door we’d come in through, the one that led out to the little walled garden one might expect of an average cottage. “If that is the front door,” I began, then gestured back to the ornate metal garden, “then where does this lead?”
Jonathon swung the door wide. A big black chasm was revealed, with stairs leading down into a dark corridor. The first few steps were white marble. Everything else was entirely in
shadow.
“To the estate,” Jonathon replied. He couldn’t hold my gaze as I blinked at him.
“So what you’re saying is that…” I said slowly, “you’ve brought us to the secret mistress cottage that is connected to your estate?” Now I felt justified in folding my arms and glowering. “That’s…that’s what’s going on here?”
“Great-Grandfather’s cottage, this wasn’t like some family tradition,” he clarified, clearly trying to justify this whole presentation as an extreme outlier. “He was an infamous rake, excessive, mad to the point of abject hedonism. My family has worked very hard to restore the Denbury reputation.”
“But still, kidnapping and then bringing the lady you’re courting to the mistress’s cottage?” I countered. Again, I looked over to Lavinia for support in my indignation. I don’t know why I bothered. She was staring rapturously at Nathaniel. I folded my arms, turning back to Jonathon. “Well, it doesn’t strike the best tone.”
“I realize that, but none of this is about you, Natalie,” Jonathon said, bracing me as if that might be a shocking revelation. I scowled. He continued. “And none of this should be seen in the eyes of courtship but of necessity. Everything I have done is about getting into my estate, unseen, still keeping up the guise until I am absolutely certain I could have no possible trail on us in order to safely survey the situation. This is the perfect vantage point, to enter from a secret passage. There will be ways to spy and listen in without ever being seen. In addition, no one in the house—”
His face flashed with fury. “None of those fools who don’t belong there as it is not their house could know about any of this, not the passages, anything.” He gestured around him to this unusual setting. “This was a very well-kept secret only between my mother, father, and me. We told none of our staff. The knowledge was bequeathed to my father when his father passed. Since this was a good escape route or hiding place in any emergency, we felt there was no sense sealing it off.”
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