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Devils Bride (Cynster 1)

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Reaching the end of the corridor, he threw open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.

Honoria didn't even jump. She stood before the fireplace, head erect, unshakable resolve in every line. The skirts of her brown velvet carriage dress were gilded by the fire behind her; the soft chestnut curls atop her head glowed. Her hands were loosely clasped before her; her face was pale but composed, her eyes wide, the soft blue-grey showing no hint of trepidation. Her neatly rounded, Anstruther-Wetherby chin was set.

Deliberately, Devil stalked toward her, watching her chin rise as she kept her eyes on his. He stopped directly before her. "You gave me your word you would not actively pursue Tolly's killer."

Calmly, Honoria raised a brow. "Tolly's killer-I gave no undertaking to sit idly by while someone tried to kill you."

Shadows flitted through Devil's darkened eyes. He inclined his head. "Very well-you may give me such an undertaking now."

Honoria straightened. Devil still towered over her. "I can't do that."

His eyes mere slits, more black than green, he shifted closer. "Can't-or won't?"

Honori

a held her ground. "Can't." Her eyes on his, her jaw slowly firmed. "And won't. You can't seriously expect it of me."

For three heartbeats, Devil held her gaze. "I'm deathly serious." He braced one hand on the mantelpiece, his body settling closer, his face nearer hers. "Women-wives-are supposed to sit quietly at home and embroider, not actively hunt villains. They're supposed to be at home when their husbands get in, not out courting danger on the docks!" Briefly closing his eyes, he fought down the impulse to roar. Then he trapped Honoria's gaze and continued: "I want your promise that you will not again indulge in any escapade such as today's, that you will remain safely at home and that you will not further concern yourself with tracking anyone's killer." His eyes locked on hers, he raised one black brow. "Well?"

Honoria held his gaze steadily. "Well what?"

Devil only just managed to hold back a roar. "Well give me your promise!"

"When hell freezes!" Honoria's eyes flashed. "I will not sit tamely by while someone tries to take you from me. I'm your duchess-not some disinterested spectator. I will not sit quietly embroidering, waiting for news when that news could tell of your death. As your wife, I have a duty to help you-if in this case that means walking a dangerous path, so be it." Her chin, defiantly high, rose another notch. "I'm an Anstruther-Wetherby-I'm every bit as capable of facing danger and death as you are. If you wanted a tame, complaisant wife, you shouldn't have married me."

Momentarily stunned, more by her vehemence than her words, Devil stared at her. Then, his frown deepening, he shook his head. "No."

Honoria frowned back. "No what?"

"No to all the above, but most especially no, you do not have a duty to assist me in hunting a murderer. As my wife, you have no duties other than those I deem proper. In my eyes, there's nothing-no duty, no reason whatever-that could justify you placing yourself in danger."

Their faces were six inches apart; if Honoria had not sensed the throttled fury investing his large frame, radiating from it, she could not have missed the jagged edge to his words. Her eyes narrowed. "That I do not accept." She was not about to bow before his rage.

Devil's lips curved slightly; his voice, when he spoke, was mesmerically low. "That you will accept."

It was an effort not to shiver, to submissively shift her gaze from his, so penetrating, so compelling, it resembled a physical force. By sheer will, sheer stubbornness, Honoria met that intimidating gaze levelly. "You're wrong on all counts. I've lost others before, to forces I could not influence-I couldn't help them, I couldn't save them." Her jaw set; momentarily, her teeth clenched. "I will not sit by and let you be taken from me."

Her voice quavered; flashes of silver lit Devil's eyes. "Damn it!-do you think I'm going to let myself be taken?"

"Not intentionally, but it was me who detected the poison."

Devil waved that aside. "That was here." He studied her face, her eyes. "Within this house, you may watch over me to your heart's content, but you will stay away from all danger. You spoke of duty-it's my duty to protect you, not yours to protect me."

Honoria went to shake her head; Devil caught her chin on the edge of his hand and trapped her gaze with his. "Promise me you'll do as I ask."

Honoria drew as deep a breath as her tight chest would allow, then shook her head. "No-leave duty aside-we spoke also of reasons, a reason to justify my doing all and anything to safeguard your life." She spoke quickly, breathlessly; she had to make him understand. "My reason is one that will stand against any objection."

Devil's face hardened. His hand fell; he drew back. Her eyes locked on his, Honoria clung to the contact, refusing to let him withdraw totally behind his mask. She drew a swift breath, and let it out on the words: "I love you-more than I've ever loved anyone. I love you so profoundly it goes beyond all reason. And I could never let you go-let you be taken from me-that would be the same as letting life itself go, because you are life to me."

Devil stilled. For one, heart-stopping moment, he looked into Honoria's eyes; what he saw there locked his chest. He wrenched his gaze free and swung away. He paced toward the door, then stopped. Hands in fists by his sides, chest swelling, he dropped his head back, and stared at the ceiling. Then exhaling, he looked down. He spoke without turning. "Your reason's not good enough."

Honoria lifted her chin. "It is to me."

"Damn it woman!" Furious, Devil turned on her. "How by all that's holy do you imagine I'm supposed to function, knowing that, at any instant, you may be courting heaven knows what danger-all in the name of keeping me safe?" His voice rose to a bellow that literally shook the chandelier. Gesticulating violently, he paced viciously, like some trapped jungle cat. "Do you have any idea what I felt when I learned where you'd gone today?" Brilliant with accusation, his eyes raked her. "Can you even conceive what I felt when I walked in that tavern door?" He halted directly before her.

Honoria caught her breath as his eyes locked on hers.

"Do you know what might have happened in such a place?" His voice had lowered, his tones chillingly prophetic.



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