“How else can we talk without being overheard?”
She looked up, realizing again how tall he was. She wasn’t a short woman, and she barely reached to Max’s broad shoulder. But he was looking down at her, and she could discern the expression in his eyes. He didn’t look as though this social frivolity was much of a hardship at all. Victoria felt suddenly breathless and flushed, so she spoke. “Did you have something you wished to tell me?”
“I had rather hoped the opposite. What have you done about that Bow Street Runner?”
She didn’t bother to ask how or what he knew of Mr. Goodwin’s second visit and ensuing interrogation. “I’ve set Barth and Oliver on the task to spy on the man and find out what they can. Charley followed him today when he left, and returned with his direction. Now Oliver and Barth are taking turns watching him. ”
Barth was Verbena’s cousin, and the hackney driver who habitually took Victoria to the unsavory parts of town when she was hunting vampires. After all, she could hardly take the Rockley carriage—or any other carriage that might be identified as hers. And Oliver, who was Barth’s friend and the bane of Verbena’s existence, had traveled to Italy with Victoria and her maid. He was a large man who more often than not was cowed by Verbena’ssharply wagging finger and tart tongue—though she barely reached to his elbow.
“But he is a legitimate Bow Street Runner? Not that it matters; they’re so bloody corrupt anyway. ”
She nodded as he directed them through an unexpected, complicated maneuver between two other couples—one of which was completely out of step with the music—and felt the surprise of cooler air over her leg when her skirt swirled wide and open. “When Charley followed him, he returned to the magistrate’s office. Someone will need to make inquiries about him, however, to see what else we can learn. ”
Max nodded, used gentle pressure at the center of her back to ease them into a spin, and Victoria nearly gasped aloud as she came face-to-face with Sara Regalado. Max’s hands tightened on her, and they twirled again, away from Romeo and Juliet, who were waltzing in a much more structured mann
er.
“I wonder,” he said after a moment, breaking into her enjoyment of the elegant flow of their steps and the confident touch of his hands guiding her movements, “if it has occurred to you that the new marquess might be our daytime vampire. ”
“James?”
“James, is it? Such familiarity with a man to whom you have no attachment. ” He managed, somehow, to lift his chin while looking down at her, annoying and arrogant even behind the mask.
“Of course it’s occurred to me,” she replied. It was at least partly true. “And it’s also occurred to me that it could be you as well. ”
Ah! She’d succeeded in surprising him—she saw it in the sudden glint in his eyes and felt it when one of his steps wasn’t quite as perfectly smooth as the previous. “After all, for all I know, you’ve been captured by Lilith, turned undead, and have come to London for some nefarious purpose—drinking the special elixir, of course, so that you can move about in daylight and so that I cannot sense your vampirism. ”
“Very good, Victoria. ” He nodded gravely, but there was reluctant humor in his eyes. And she swore she saw his lips twitch. “But I suggest you might keep a closer eye on the man. He recognized you rather quickly and easily tonight, without knowing that you are, indeed, a huntress. Unless, of course, he does know who you are. ”
“I rather think it was the hand of my mother that assisted him in his recognition of me. ” She lifted her chin, but looked over his shoulder. James Lacy was standing near the edge of the dance floor, where they’d left him. “He knows no one else here, and acts otherwise indifferent to me. ”
“Are you trolling for compliments? There’s not a man in this room who’s indifferent to you, Victoria. Particularly in that gown. ”
She looked up at him, startled by his tone. “Then you must include yourself in that group. ”
He gave a little laugh, rare humor lighting his eyes again. “If you consider the fact that I’ve wanted to wrap my hands around your elegant little neck since that moment two years ago when you mistook me for a vampire then, yes, I am most definitely not indifferent to you. ”
“But you’ve kissed me. ”
“That I have. ” His eyes were very dark.
“And you rather enjoyed it. ”
“Did I?” he sounded amused. “I seem to have forgotten the details. ”
Victoria felt a rise of annoyance, and she tightened her grip on his shoulder. But she made her smile sweet and knowing. “Are you trolling for a reminder?”
She imagined that, behind the mask, his eyebrows rose in that sardonic manner. “What would be the point? Sebastian, Zavier, Beauregard, James Lacy . . . I have no desire to be one of many, Victoria. ” And now all humor vanished from his expression. “No man does. So, if you would like my advice—”
“No, I don’t—”
“—then I suggest,” he continued smoothly, “if you wish to keep Vioget, that you keep your kisses, and suggestions of them, confined to him. And most definitely away from the Marquess of Rockley. ”
Eleven
Dinner Is Announced
After their waltz, Max deposited Victoria at the edge of the dance floor where Vioget and Rockley waited. It was a bloody relief to let her go and step away. He bowed curtly and took himself off to investigate whatever the hell he could find to investigate.