Scandals Bride (Cynster 3)

A commission for life, admittedly, but he was developing a serious taste for one of the payments that would accrue. The idea of having a witch in his bed for the rest of his life, his to tease, taunt and enjoy as he-and she-pleased, was shaping as a potent inducement.

But he distrusted the entire situation. Fate and Seamus McEnery had conspired to place him in it-he had no reason to trust either. Not on the question of marriage, not given what marriage meant to him.

So he hedged and said nothing-the gentlemanly course.

"Well!" Jamie exhaled as he ground to a halt and somewhat dampeningly concluded: "The truth is, I suppose, that life in the Lowlands, married to a wild witch, would not measure on the same scale as the life of a London swell."

Lids lowered, Richard gravely inclined his head. "Indeed not."

Life with a wild witch was infinitely more alluring.

Out of breath, Algaria reached the top of the stairs just as the office door opened. Silently, she slipped into the shadows of the gallery and headed for Catriona's room.

Her brief tap on the door went unanswered, frowning, she tapped again. When no sound came from within, she frowned even harder and opened the door.

And saw Catriona slumped on the floor.

Smothering a cry, Algaria quickly shut the door and rushed forward, the briefest glance at the items on the table beside which Catriona lay was sufficient to tell her all. Her erstwhile pupil had been scrying, and scrying deep, if her swoon was any guide.

Even as Algaria straightened her limbs, Catriona stirred.

A second later, as a wet cloth passed over her face, she regained full consciousness. Peeking through her lashes, she saw that her attendant was Algaria, and relaxed "Oh, hell!"

Algaria sat back "Hell?"

Struggling onto one elbow, Catriona waved "Not you-this whole situation." She'd gone further than mere scrying-she'd literally challenged the powers that be to reconsider, and demanded an unequivocal answer.

The answer she'd received had been more than unequivocal-it had been emphatic.

"Ah, well-the situation has just taken a turn for the better."

"It has?" Catriona frowned as Algaria helped her to her feet. Her mentor's smug expression rang warning bells. "How?"

"In a minute." Algaria steered her to the bed "Here- just lie back and rest, and I'll tell you all I heard."

Still weak from her exertions-facing She Who Knew All was exceedingly draining-Catriona was very willing to lie down. Algaria sat beside her and proceeded to tell her tale-how she'd listened to Jamie's discussion with Richard Cynster in the office.

Algaria's memory, perfected by the demands of her calling, was exceptional; Catriona had no doubt she was hearing exactly the words that had been said Algaria's veracity was beyond question, as was her devotion to her own welfare-Catriona knew that for fact. However, in this instance, Algaria's tale gave her a headache.

A massive one.

"So!" Algaria triumphantly concluded. "It's as I said-he's only amusing himself-teasing you, if you like. But he's absolutely certain to go back to London and leave you unwed-he made no attempt to deny it."

"Hmm." Frowning direfully, Catriona massaged her temples.

Studying her face, Algaria's triumphant expression faded. "What is it?"

Catriona glanced at her, then grimaced. "A complication." She saw the questions gathering on Algaria's lips; she stayed them with a raised hand. "I'm too tired to think, just now." After a moment, she continued: "I need to rest, and consider-to see how what I've been told fits with the facts, and how the whole might come together."

Lifting her head, she smiled, a trifle wanly, at Algaria. "Let me rest for an hour or two-come back and wake me for dinner."

Algaria hesitated. "You'll tell me what you learned then?"

With swift understanding of the older woman's fear of being left out, being redundant, Catriona smiled and squeezed her hand. "Before dinner, I'll tell you all"

Dinner time came around far too fast; it seemed to Catriona that she'd barely had time to marshal her thoughts before Algaria returned.

Struggling up against the pillows, she waved Algaria forward. "Come sit and I'll tell you all."