Just as they rejoined their guide, a pretty blond woman came bursting on the scene from a different branch of the hallway. The man turned in surprise, and the young woman grasped his arm, pulling him away from the older ladies. “At last! I have been searching the whole villa for you!” And then her voice dropped very low, and it sounded as though she said something about a…senator?
“I shall not abide it if that chit insists on accompanying us,” Winnie fumed, glaring at the pair, who’d moved far enough away that she couldn’t hear what they said. For, despite her complaint about failing eyesight, her ears worked perfectly well. What was so important about a Roman senator that the chit had to interrupt their treasure hunt?
And then from behind them came the sound of heavy, rushing feet. The three ladies turned to see Mr. Zavier hurrying down the hall toward them. With him was another gentleman—unknown to Winnie and Melly, but perfectly familiar to Nilly as the handsome blond who’d interrupted her tête-à-tête with the dark-haired, pale-skinned man.
“There ye ladies are,” Mr. Zavier exclaimed, his brogue thick with emotion. His cheeks were flushed enough that they showed their ruddiness even in the low light, and he was holding something in his hand—something long and thin and pointed—but before anyone save Nilly could take notice, he shoved it in his pocket. “We must take our leave now,” he said, looking about.
The blond man, who was also approaching, peered beyond them into the darkness. But when the ladies turned to follow his gaze, they saw that their gentleman guide and the young blond woman had disappeared.
“We’ve almost found the treasure,” the duchess complained as Mr. Zavier offered her his arm. “We cannot leave now. ”
“I’m afraid the treasure has already been located, and that it is well past time to leave. All of the other guests have gone,” said the handsome blond man in his comforting voice.
“And what about Victoria?” Lady Melly asked Mr. Zavier, taking his other arm, yet still looking behind her to find out what on earth had happened to that handsome man who’d been leading them about. “How vexing that he should have disappeared so suddenly,” she muttered. “He was quite charming, and I didn’t even learn his name. ”
“Victoria, thinking ye had done so, has already returned home after joining me for a short time in the parlor. After ye disappeared”—Mr. Zavier fixed a dark look at Winnie, and she returned his glance with all the haughtiness she could muster—“she had come with her slipper fixed and was quite disappointed that ye’d gone on without her. Come, ladies, ’tis best that we be on our way. ”
“May I?” The blond gentleman offered his arm to Nilly, and when she accepted it, began to hurry her along the hall.
If the two gentlemen happened to look back over their shoulders, the older ladies didn’t appear to notice; they were much too intent on keeping their footing alongside the agile men and their long, rapid strides.
“But this is not the way we came in,” Melly exclaimed when they came to a door—a small, unobtrusive one that was most certainly not the grand entrance they’d been welcomed into.
The night air was cool, and the half-moon glowed down on them as they stepped out of the villa onto…grass.
“My slippers,” shrieked Nilly, lifting her feet one at a time in a mad, hopping manner. “They’ll be ruined!”
“Come, come,” Mr. Zavier said, ushering them along the dark building toward the front of the villa where their carriage was waiting.
As the ladies climbed in, their creaking joints reminding them they’d had hardly a spot of rest in the last week, with Carnivale and all of the other excitement, they noticed that theirs was the only carriage in sight. Mr. Zavier handed each of them in and then followed with an energetic leap, slamming the door shut behind him.
Rapping harshly on the roof, he settled back into his seat, surrounded by gowns and panting ladies. Not, perhaps, his preferred environment to be surrounded by such feminity…but it was his duty, nonetheless.
It wasn’t until the carriage pulled away from the street in front of the villa that the ladies realized the blond gentleman had disappeared.
In fact, none of them could recall seeing him once they came outside of the villa.
“Well, I never,” snapped Winnie, looking back out the carriage window. “That man! He tricked us into leaving so he could have the treasure. ”
And she settled into her seat, plump elbows crossed over her just-as-plump bosom, and brooded all the way back to the Gardella villa.
Ten
In Which Our Heroine Finds Herself in a Compromising Position
Victoria slowly came to consciousness, aware that her entire body ached.
The last thing she remembered was seeing Max collapse under a cluster of vampires; then something struck her from behind and her world went dark. Now…she had no idea how long she’d been lying here…wherever she was. She couldn’t see anything; it was pitch-black. Even after she blinked her eyes numerous times to adjust them to the night, she could make out little but vague shadows.
She couldn’t move. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her, and when she uncurled her fists the pads of her fingers pressed into something that felt like dirty stone or brick behind her. She felt the same underneath, suggesting she was in a chamber belowground. A dungeon, perhaps.
That in itself didn’t bode well.
Then there was the fact that the back of her neck was cold. Freezing, in fact; the prickles there felt as if a cold wind were blasting over her skin. Her hair sagged, falling over her shoulders, but provided no protection from that barometer of the undead. Her gown was disheveled, and she was quite certain that at least several rosettes and perhaps some of the flounces had been torn from its hem.
But that was the least of her concerns, for…She paused, forcing her racing thoughts to slow so she could concentrate. She closed her eyes, even though she couldn’t see anything, and listened.
No. No, she hadn’t imagined it.