Surrender of a Siren

by Tessa Dare

Page 36

 

  In some other place, under some other circumstance, they might have been a courting couple. Rowing across a placid lake, caressed by a glowing sunset. From a distance, this could have been the picture of romance.

  But the reality was confusion, and resentment, and pain. Did she feel sorry for misleading him? Sophia considered. She was not sure she could.

  By his own admission, he would not have made love to her had she not. And she could not regret that exquisite pleasure; nor could she regret sharing it with him. She looked at the handsome, strong, charismatic, passionate, exhausted man across from her. Selfish and wicked though she might be, she could not feel sorry that he was now bound to her—that for good or ill, he had not left her behind.

  Sophia was, however, unequivocally sorry for one thing.

  “Gray,” she said, “I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you. ”

  His eyes flashed, and there was a slight hitch in his stroke. “Spare me your apologies. It’s not me I meant to discuss. ”

  “Then who?”

  “Davy, of course. We’ll be on this ship for a week or more, and that boy’s suffered enough on both our accounts. You’re to let him be, do you understand? No flirting, no sketching. It won’t be easy for him, knowing why you’re aboard. ”

  Her heart lurched. “Davy knows?”

  “Of course he knows. Everyone knows. There are no secrets on a ship, remember?” He gave her a wary, sidelong glance. “Well, evidently there are some. ”

  “I’ve told you, I’m sorry. ” She bit her lip. “What more would you have me say?”

  He stared at her for a long moment. Sophia resisted the impulse to look away. Would he question her in earnest now? Could she find the courage to answer?

  “Nothing,” he said finally, shaking his head. “I told you, it doesn’t matter. What ever you’ve done, whoever you are … so long as there’s a chance you’re carrying my child, I’m not letting you out of my sight. ”

  She swallowed hard. Of course, the possibility of conceiving had occurred to her—how could it not?—but hearing it spoken aloud was another thing altogether. “So that’s the reason you’re bringing me along?

  Because I could be with child?”

  He nodded. “When did you last have your courses?”

  She blushed. No man had ever spoken to her of such things. “Just before we left England. ”

  “Then we ought to know soon enough. ” The circular motions of the oars slowed, and his gaze burned into hers. “If you are breeding, I warn you now

  —you will marry me. I’ll not allow you to run off and raise my child God knows where. ”

  Her mouth fell open. He could not have cut her more deeply had he skewered her with a bayonet. If she was breeding, he would force her to marry him? Because he assumed otherwise she’d “run off”? And if she did not conceive, what then? Did he plan to toss her overboard? Her jaw and hands worked as she tried to match words to her anger. If only she could have painted it instead, with slashes of purple and violent splatters of red-tinged black.

  She finally managed, “I will not be forced into marrying you, or any man. I’ve escaped that fate once before, and I can do it again. I have the means to care for a child, if need be. ” She patted the purse strapped beneath her stays. “And what does it signify to you, with your prodigious history? You probably have countless bastards, spread across four continents. ”

  “No, I don’t. My father brought enough bastards into the world, and I’ve never aspired to his example. That’s why I’ve always been careful. ”

  “Ah, yes. Caution and sheepgut, was it?”

  “Precisely. Until yesterday. ” He gave a vicious yank on one oar, turning the boat as they neared the Kestrel. “Yesterday was my first time making that mistake. ”

  “Well,” she said bitterly. “How special that makes me feel. I’m glad to have been your first in some regard, even if only your first mistake. ”

  He gave an exasperated sigh. From the Kestrel’s stern, someone tossed down a rope. Gray caught it and began securing it to the boat. “Yesterday was a first for me in many ways. I was … carried away. I wasn’t thinking. ”

  “You weren’t thinking. ” Her heart was sinking faster than an anchor. God, could he make this any worse?

  His gaze caught hers and held it. She felt searched, turned inside out. As though he could read some answer in her eyes, if only he looked hard enough. “No. I wasn’t thinking, I …” He cleared his throat. “I suppose I was hoping. ”

  Something cinched in her chest, constricting her lungs. She reached out to catch his hand in hers. “What about now, Gray? Are you still hoping now?”

  Another rope fell from stern to boat. He reached for it, breaking their contact. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t even know what to think of you now. ”

  “I see. ” Sophia drew her knees up and hugged them to her chest, burying her face in her stacked arms.

  He sighed noisily. “Sweet. ” A light touch fell on her arm. Sniffing back tears, she looked up at him. “Do the hoping for us both, if it makes you feel better. At the moment, I’m just too damned tired. ”

  The boat lurched into its ascent, startling a little gasp from her throat. His fingers latched protectively over her wrist. The embrace lasted only a moment, and then he let her go.

  When the boat reached deck level, Sophia helped herself over the rail of the Kestrel. The light thud of her slippers hitting deck announced her presence to the ship at large. O’Shea and the other men turned to her, some offering curt words of greeting or nods. She tilted her head to examine the new jury-mast—a thin pole lashed to the charred, jagged stump of the mainmast. It gave the ship the look of a pruned rosebush, with a slender, green shoot branching out from old growth.

  Davy stood some paces away on the quarterdeck, studiously testing the new mast’s rigging. He did not turn her way.

  “Davy,” Gray called from behind her.

  “Aye, Captain. ” The youth did not raise his head.

  “I understand you’ve slung your hammock in the steerage compartment. ”

  Davy’s glance flicked toward them, and he gave a puzzled, “Aye. ”

  “You’re to move it to the forecastle at your first opportunity. ” Gray rounded Sophia and walked toward the boy. “On this ship, you’re a sailor. You’ll be expected to do a sailor’s work, and you’ll sleep where the sailors sleep. Do you understand?”

  “Aye, aye, Captain. ” Davy’s pale cheeks colored. With a quick nod, he went belowdecks. But not before throwing Sophia a wounded glance that drove a spear of pain straight into her heart. This should have been a momentous occasion for him, his promotion to the forecastle; a day of celebration and pride. And because of her, it was ruined. Davy’s wasn’t the first young man’s heart she’d broken. Nor was Gray the first grown man she’d hurt. She’d always been a selfish girl; she had no illusions otherwise. But this was the first time she’d been forced to bear witness to the consequences. She couldn’t run away from this ship as she’d run from her wedding. Neither could she distract herself with thoughts of new ribbons or exhibitions or the Duchess of Aldonbury’s card party Wednesday next. She had a front-row seat for the little tragedy she’d set in motion, and there would be no intermission.

  There was a justice to it, she had to allow.

  “And you”—Gray laid a hand on the small of her back and steered her down into the captain’s cabin—“will stay here. ”

  Sophia surveyed the cabin. Bed tucked into one corner, cabinets lining the other. In the center, a table and captain’s chair. A thin slice of window spanning the stern. Much the same as the Aphrodite’s, if a bit more cramped.

  “It’s been cleaned and aired for you,” Gray continued, his tone detached.

  “The linens are fresh, brought over from the Aphrodite. ”

  “Thank you. ” She paced to the center of the cabin and turned to face him. r />
  “That was thoughtful. ”

  “I’ll have your trunks brought down. You’re to stay here, do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “No traipsing about the ship. And you’ll keep this door bolted. ”

  “Should I fear for my safety?”

  He shook his head. “Brackett’s confined below; he won’t bother you. The Kestrel’s crew seem pleased with our change of course. But I don’t know these men. And I can’t trust those I don’t know. ” He gave her a meaningful look as he turned to leave.

  “Wait,” she called after him. He paused in the door. “Where are you sleeping?”

  “When I sleep, which I imagine will be infrequently, I’ll bed down in the first mate’s berth, just there. ” He nodded toward a small door just outside the entrance to her cabin. “But whether I’m on deck or below it, I’ll never be far. ”

  “Shall I take that as a promise? Or a threat?”

  She sauntered toward him, hands cocked on her hips in an attitude of provocation. His eyes swept her body, washing her with angry heat. She noted the subtle tensing of his shoulders, the frayed edge of his breath. Even exhausted and hurt, he still wanted her. For a moment, Sophia felt hope flicker to life inside her. Enough for them both.

  And then, with the work of an instant, he quashed it all. Gray stepped back. He gave a loose shrug and a lazy half-smile. If I don’t care about you, his look said, you can’t possibly hurt me. “Take it however you wish. ”

  “Oh no, you don’t. Don’t you try that move with me. ” With trembling fingers, she began unbuttoning her gown.

  “What the devil are you doing? You think you can just hike up your shift and make—”

  “Don’t get excited. ” She stripped the bodice down her arms, then set to work unlacing her stays. “I’m merely settling a score. I can’t stand to be in your debt a moment longer. ” Soon she was down to her chemise and plucking coins from the purse tucked between her breasts. One, two, three, four, five …

  “There,” she said, casting the sovereigns on the table. “Six pounds, and”

  —she fished out a crown—“ten shillings. You owe me the two. ”

  He held up open palms. “Well, I’m afraid I have no coin on me. You’ll have to trust me for it. ”

  “I wouldn’t trust you for anything. Not even two shillings. ”

  He glared at her for a moment, then turned on his heel and exited the cabin, banging the door shut behind him. Sophia stared at it, wondering whether she dared stomp after him with her bodice hanging loose around her hips. Before she could act on the obvious affirmative, he stormed back in.

  “Here. ” A pair of coins clattered to the table. “Two shillings. And”—he drew his other hand from behind his back—“your two leaves of paper. I don

  ’t want to be in your debt, either. ” The ivory sheets fluttered as he released them. One drifted to the floor.

  Sophia tugged a banknote from her bosom and threw it on the growing pile. To her annoyance, it made no noise and had correspondingly little dramatic value. In compensation, she raised her voice. “Buy yourself some new boots. Damn you. ”

  “While we’re settling scores, you owe me twenty-odd nights of undisturbed sleep. ”

  “Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re even on that regard. ” She paused, glaring a hole in his forehead, debating just how hateful she would make this.

  Very.

  “You took my innocence,” she said coldly—and completely unfairly, because they both knew she’d given it freely enough.

  “Yes, and I’d like my jaded sensibilities restored, but there’s no use wishing after rainbows, now is there?”