The Season (26 page)

"Perhaps it had something to do with his love of the land," Vivi suggested.

Ella
shook her head. "Perhaps, but it simply seems too random. There has to be a reason he chose this book."

The two girls continued their hypothesizing as Alex turned the book over and over in her hands, reviewing the last few days in her mind, trying to remember everything she could about the book and where they had found it.
Ella
was right. This was not random. Yes, it had been luck that they had found it... but it was no accident that caused the earl to choose that book to carry his final words. What was special about a book that could be found everywhere?

Ella
's voice echoed in her mind,
There isn't a house in the county that doesn't have a copy.
As the words turned over in her brain, she remembered Gavin saying the same thing
—
Every household in the county must own a copy.

"That's it!" Alex exclaimed, her voice
filled
with astonishment. She looked up at her friends, both of whom were wide-eyed. "The earl didn't choose the book because it was so close to his heart. He chose it because every house has a copy! It's not the volume in London that has the information. There must be a second copy at
Sewell hall
!"

The words came in a flood of anxiety. The book held the information that would damn Montgrave and Lucian
Sewell and
save Blackmoor. She had to get to it
—
and to Blackmoor
—
before anyone else did. With the men set to arrive that evening, before dinner, she had only a few hours to do so. She stood from the table, so quickly that she toppled her teacup, leaving Vivi to right it for her. "I have to find Blackmoor. Now."
Ella
stood. "We
will
help you."

Alex shook her head. "No. This, I have to do alone. I don't know what
will
be in that book but, whatever it is, it is bound to upset him. He has to face that without an audience." She clasped
Ella
's hands, looking from her to Vivi. "Help me by keeping my mother off the scent? Again?"

"Because we were so
excellent
at doing so the last time,"
Ella
pointed out wryly.

Alex smiled quickly, already moving toward the steps that led down into the gardens. "Thank you! I
shall
be back soon
—
with Blackmoor in tow."

They watched her go, rushing through the garden and down the long, sandy path, which led through a field of bright
yellow
cowslips that separated the Stafford and
Sewell
lands. "She
’ll
be ruined if she's not careful,"
Ella
said.

"Nonsense. He'd wed her in a heartbeat if he thought she'd have him," Vivi replied. Quite.

A half an hour later,
will
, who had been waylaid on his walk back from waking his brothers, rejoined them. He picked up his newspaper and bowed low to the girls, saying, "I'm afraid I must take my official leave. It seems a carriage has broken an axle on the main road and it
fall
s to me to play rescuer."

"We
shall
miss your company, my lord," Vivi offered with a smile.

"And I yours," he returned. "My brothers
will
be down shortly, however, to entertain you until they are required to entertain the early guests."

"Are there guests here already?"
Ella
asked, curious.

"Indeed. The Baron Montgrave has arrived, but he has plans to visit
Sewell hall
this afternoon, he says."

Vivi's sharp intake of breath was
followed
by
Ella
's quick response, "Why the
hall
?"

Wi
ll
, who was
pulling
on his calfskin gloves and clearly distracted by the task he was about to undertake, shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know. I imagine because
Sewell
has arrived early as
well
."

Both girls shot up from their seats at his words, the concern in their expressions shocking
will
from his preoccupation. He asked sharply, "What is it?"

"I think we had better speak to your father," Vivi said, fear in her voice.

Alex pushed open the door to
Sewell hall
and rushed inside, breathing heavily and wishing she hadn't worn her corset stays quite so tight this morning.

"Vanity be damned," she huffed to herself. "Loveliness
will
do me no good with Blackmoor if I drop dead from lack of air before he sees me." She had been so eager to get to the
hall
, to find the book and Blackmoor, that she had run the entire way
—
something she hadn't done since she had spent her childhood rushing about the heath, traipsing after the boys she so revered.

The
hall
was quiet and dark. Blackmoor had clearly not alerted his staff that he was coming this morning, so they were, nowhere to be seen. She preferred the house this way, for it would give her a chance to find the book and find him without having to explain her visit or to risk being caught by anyone.

She had thought to find Blackmoor immediately but altered her plan once she arrived at the house, heading instead for the library to find the book.

Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, she was reluctant to leave the volume
unfound any longer than absolutely necessary. She paused just inside the front door, listening for any movement or conversation. Hearing nothing, she moved quietly across the central foyer of the
hall
, entered the library, and began her search.

The
Sewell hall
library was designed for readers. Warm and cozy despite its high ceilings, the bookshelves inside the enormous room were
filled
to the brim with enough leather-bound volumes to make the space feel intimate. For generations, the Earls of Blackmoor had prided themselves on their literary appreciation. Alex could vividly remember Gavin's father holding her on his lap when she was knee-high and
telling
her tales from Shakespeare and Homer and Greek and Roman mythology.

Even now, years later, there were moments when she could hear the rich tenor of his voice
all
uding to Cupid and Psyche when she became too curious, or to
Much Ado About Nothing's
Beatrice when she was becoming obviously headstrong. She breathed deeply, the memories flooding her as she inhaled the scent of the
well
-loved and
well
-cared-for inhabitants of this room
—
the aroma of oiled and leather-bound books.

Ordinarily, she would have spent her first few minutes in the room wandering aimlessly through the maze of shelves, marveling at the way the high windows were constructed to let just enough sunlight in for dust to dance in the rays without the light harming the books. But today, she had no time to da
ll
y.

The earl had always been thoroughly organized in regard to his library
—
the books were sorted by genre, then by title.

Al
l
Alex had to do was find the
collection
of books on the county history and she would discover that for which she was searching. She began poring over the shelves, pausing only long enough to identify the topic covered by the
collection
of books she was looking at
—
science, medicine, poetry, the classics of Shakespeare and Chaucer
—
she found the history
collection
quickly, running her fingers over the spines of books on the Far East, the Americas, the European continent, and, final
l
y, British history with a whole
collection
of titles on the various counties in Britain. She crouched down to see them
all
clearly
—
identifying several volumes on Essex, but not the one she was looking for. She was certain her theory was right and the earl had a second copy of the book. Blowing back a lock of hair from her face, she spoke aloud to the empty room, "Where is the blasted thing?"

Perhaps he'd hidden it? Or, worse, perhaps he hadn't had the time to leave his final message. Perhaps he was
killed
before he could complete the task.

"No." Alex shook her head in frustration and sat on the floor,
pulling
books off the shelf one by one, opening them and running her hands across the endpapers, checking to see if he'd left his next missive in a different title. The stack of books on the floor by her side grew as she searched through the col
l
ection. When she had emptied the shelf on Essex, she sighed down at the pile she had made, wondering where else she could search. She looked back at the shelf in disappointment and there, hidden behind the other books, was a smal
l
volume bound in rich green leather. She knew the title before she looked closely at the book ...
A History of Essex.

Her heart pounding, Alex opened the cover, knowing with absolute certainty that she was about to find what she had been looking for. Looking down at the volume, sh
e gasped. The book had been holl
owed out and a stack of papers were tucked inside. She
pulled
them from their hiding place and was about to read them, when she realized that they were not her secrets to uncover. They were secrets that belonged to the
Sewell
line
—
to the Earls of Blackmoor. She had to find Gavin.

She burst from the room at a dead run, crossing the wide
hall
way, so intent on her mission that she didn't pause before throwing open the study door and rushing into the room. Gavin was sitting behind his desk, and she saw the surprise in his eyes at her entrance. She stopped just inside the door before exclaiming, "I found it! I found the information your father hid!"

It was only after she spoke the words that she noticed the harsh lines of his face, the clear tension in his mouth, and the anger in his eyes that had, for a fleeting moment, been replaced by shock at her presence. He was no longer looking at her. His gaze was fixed on a point behind her. She heard the door to the study close ominously and knew before looking that there was someone else in the room with them.

"Excel
ent, my dear girl. You are more
intelligent
than you appear, it seems."

Alex spun around at the words, her spine straightening when she took in the entire scene. There, standing just to the side of the now closed door, was Lucian
Sewell
. He was holding a pistol. And it was pointed directly at her.

Reaching one hand out to her, he continued, "Why don't you be a good girl and give the book to me, Alexandra? There's no need to make this any more difficult than it needs to be."

Alex looked back toward Blackmoor, but he did not take his eyes from his uncle, who spoke again, his tone vicious. "Don't be a fool, Alexandra. The rules of this game are very simple. You give me the book or I
kill
you."

This odious person had betrayed her country, murdered a man she adored, and was now threatening to
kill
her. She wasn't going to do anything he asked of her. Not without a fight. She didn't know where the defiance came from, but there it was, vivid and intense. "No."

"Alex." This time, it was Gavin who spoke. His tone brooked no discussion. "Give him the book."

"No. I won't." She held the volume tighter to her chest, glancing back at Gavin, who
still
wasn't looking at her. Turning back to Lucian, she met his eyes without fear. "You won't
kill
me. You'd have my father and every man in the county looking to see you hanged."

"You forget, child, that I am very good at making planned deaths appear accidental."
Sewell
smiled, evil in his eyes. "How sad it would be if the two of you took yourselves off to the cliffs for a private
moment only to tumble, tragicall
y, into the sea."

"I imagine you believe that if a plan worked once, it
will
work again?" Blackmoor asked.

Sewel
l
's smile turned into a vicious sneer as he replied, "It worked perfectly the first time; need I remind you that we wouldn't be in this particular situation if you hadn't been so reluctant to accept the circumstances of your father's death."

"So you admit it. You
killed
my father. Your own brother."

"Those events were not in the original plan. Your father would
still
be here
—
very much alive
—
if he'd stayed out of my affairs. I never bothered him about the business of the estate ... I fail to understand why he would think it acceptable to interfere in my life."

"Perhaps because you were using his land to break the law?" Alex said smartly.

"Ah, so you have looked at the information my brother left in the book. Something
will
have to be done about that."

"Actual
l
y, I haven't read anything in the volume. It's just a rather obvious scheme you've concocted. You can do what you want to me, but someone else
will
discover that you are
selling
secrets to the French. You cannot
kill
everyone."

"Once I destroy that book, I
will
have no need of
killing
anyone else. And to be clear, I
was
selling
information to the French. Now I'm
selling
it to anyone who wants to buy. With no money and no land on which to make money, I have little opportunity to be discerning." He turned back to Alex and said, "Now give me the book, girl. I have no more patience for this conversation."

"I
will
not."

"And I
will
not ask again!" Lucian's voice rose,
filled
with anger. Alex flinched in response as he lifted the pistol and began to
pull
the hammer back.

"No!" Gavin exclaimed, his voice heavy with emotion. "Give him the book, Alex. Please."

At the sound of his voice, Alex turned back to him, witnessing the pain in his eyes for the first time. "Why, Gavin? This book holds
all
the information we need to link him to your father's death. Why would I give it to him? Would you see him go free?"

He didn't respond, but Lucian did, laughing darkly. "How very sweet. My dear," he said, speaking to Alex, "I imagine he's
willing
to give up the information because he fancies himself in love with you. Don't you see? Your life simply isn't worth the pleasure of avenging his father's death. It's touching, real
l
y."

Alex looked back at Gavin, who was deliberately not meeting her gaze.

"Let's see if the opposite is also true," Lucian said, and before she knew it, he was pointing his pistol at Gavin and cocking the handle.

"No!" she cried, unable to stop herself from reaching out a protesting hand toward him.

"Ah, young love," he said with disgust in his voice. "So very predictable." He looked back to Alex. "I'm no longer playing games. Give me the book."

Alex stepped forward, tentatively, the book in her hands. She held the book out to him and he reached for it.

"Alex! No!" She turned her head, seeing Gavin jump up from his desk just as
Sewell
reached past the book and, before she could do anything, took hold of her wrist in a viselike grip,
pulling
her to him.

"Let go of her." The words came in a low growl from across the room just as she felt the cool iron barrel of the pistol press against the side of her neck.

Blackmoor moved toward them, stopping only when
Sewell
warned, "Don't do anything
you’ll
regret, Nephew. You wouldn't want me to do something rash."

Gavin's fury was clear. "I have given you the benefit of the doubt throughout this ordeal, Uncle. But
allow
me to make myself plain ... if you harm her in any way, you
will
wish it were you who had tumbled into the sea the day you
killed
my father."

"What big words for such a young pup,"
Sewell
said viciously, gripping Alex more firmly, causing her to wince and Gavin to tense visibly. "I think I
shall
enjoy abducting your little friend. It's time an Earl of Blackmoor learns he cannot have everything he wants."

"So that is why you
killed
my father? Jealousy?"

"Your father had everything!" The high pitch of Lucian's voice sent a jolt through Alex, who paled at the sound and the lack of control it betrayed. "Money, land, title, the most beautiful woman in London. He was the perfect earl, and he couldn't stand having such an imperfect brother. He constantly sought out my flaws. Right up until the day he died." He pushed on, and Alex sensed that he was losing his temper. "For our entire lives, it was always Richard who was strongest, smartest, most revered, who was the heir to the great Blackmoor earldom.