Devereux hadn’t yet been shown around the complex so she truly had no idea where she was going to find Hugh. Descending the spiral staircase into the windowless bottom floor, it was very nearly pitch black but for a few lit sconces in the direction that led to the hall. She crept along the wall, finally emerging into the great hall that was lightless but for the chimney opening and a softly flickering fire. Several servants were sleeping near the fire and she tentatively approached one, nudging the man in the foot. On the fourth nudge, he awoke, saw who it was, and bolted to his feet.
She had the man take her to Hugh. She would have never found him otherwise. He was up in the odd-shaped tower, in a smaller chamber on the third floor. He wasn’t asleep, however; he answered the chamber door irritably, his eyes narrowing when he saw Devereux. As the servant scampered away, Hugh faced off against his brother’s wife, standing in the doorway as she stood on the landing.
He wasn’t pleased to see her; that was obvious. “What do you want?” he growled.
Devereux didn’t know Hugh at all; he’d made a point of staying away from her since their rough introduction and she didn’t blame him. She was suddenly uncertain as to why she had come at all, trying to apologize to this hostile stranger for something she didn’t fully understand. But she squared her shoulders and summoned her courage.
“I… I came to apologize,” she said softly. “Sir Hugh, I know we had a turbulent beginning and I suppose I am to blame. But your brother and I are married, like it or not, and we are coming to terms with it. In fact, we realize that this may be an amicable union. I am sorry if that offends or upsets you, but I am heretonight because you and Davyss and I will be family for the rest of our lives and I do not want bad blood between us. I would like to make amends.”
He just looked at her. “There are no amends to make,” he replied. “You and my brother may be married, but you and I are not. We have no relationship whatsoever. You are simply my brother’s wife.”
She was somewhat discouraged by his attitude but did not let it deter her. “You are correct,” she shrugged. “I do not know what I expected in coming here, but I simply wanted to speak with you to let you know that I am sorry for our rough beginning and I do not wish for our association to be hostile.”
Hugh’s gaze moved from her head to her toes and back again, in a manner that suggested he was bordering on disgust. “I have nothing to say to you,” he wiped at his nose. “Whatever you have done to my brother to convince him that you are worthy of being his wife is his business, but you’ll not use your same witchcraft on me. I have no regard for you.”
His words inflamed her and she fought to keep down her ready-temper; could the man truly be so cold? “As I have no regard for you,” she lowered her voice, the friendliness out of it. “I simply do not want you and your brother fighting because of me.”
“Why in the hell do you care?’
She lifted a well-shaped brow. “About you, I do not. But I do care for my husband because he is, in fact, my husband. I do not know how your relationship was before he married me, but I suspect you two did not fight as you did down in the hall tonight. I am simply attempting to apologize if I inadvertently caused that. If I did not, then I will apologize for disturbing you.”
Hugh’s handsome face was impassive as he watched her turn to walk way. But he couldn’t resist jabbing at her, so righteously confused and so righteously envious at the same time. When shewasn’t fighting tooth and nail, she was well spoken and lovely. Very lovely. Perhaps he could see what Davyss saw in her but he would not admit it. He couldn’t seem to think straight.
“You may think you have Davyss’ attention at the moment,” he said. “But trust me; he will lose interest in you quickly enough. He will no longer be pliable to your will and the wenches you sent away tonight will return in droves and there will be nothing you can do about it.”
She paused, eyeing the man and realizing he was attempting to get a rise out of her. She wondered if she should respond at all but, like Hugh, she couldn’t resist the confrontation. The man was arrogant and hurtful, and she would hurt him back.
“Are you so certain?”
He was smiling now, although it was not a smile of humor or warmth. “I know my brother well.”
“Do not be disappointed if you are wrong.”
His smile faded somewhat. “I will not be wrong.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “It is quite possible your brother is discovering that devotion to one woman is better than pursuing many,” she used Lady Katharine’s words, inspecting Hugh from head to toe, as he had inspected her just moments before. But there really was disgust in her expression. “Men like you would take the leavings of others by taking cheap whores to your bed. Are you so anxious to taste another man’s scent on a woman you would rub your own flesh against? Or would it be better to taste your scent over and over on a woman you have marked as your own? Bedding many women does not make you a man, Hugh de Winter. It makes you as cheap as they are.”
He was out in the landing now, his expression nothing short of furious. “What would you know about men?” he snarled. “Get out of my sight before I kill you.”
She smiled, a dangerous gesture. She knew she shouldn’t have pushed him; God knows, in hindsight, she knew it. Buthe was such an arrogant ass that she couldn’t help herself. She could already see how to goad him, to drive him to the brink. So she pushed the button without regard for what would come next, only the satisfaction of putting him in his place.
“Your brother might have something to say about that,” she murmured. “So ply me not with empty threats. I doubt you are man enough.”
He was on her in a flash. Her last coherent recollection was of stars bursting in front of her eyes.
CHAPTER TEN
Lady Katharine washaving a difficult time keeping her composure. She gazed at her youngest son, standing wearily across from her in the lavishly decorated solar of Hollyhock, a four-storied manor on the edge of the River Thames. Hugh had appeared early that morning, just as the sun rose, looking gray and exhausted. She had demanded to know the purpose for his visit, alone and without his brother or their armies. It was just Hugh; he hadn’t even been dressed in armor. And then he told her.
It was a shocking revelation. Now, she was struggling as she gazed up at the man who resembled her dead husband to a fault. She was beginning to feel sick and terrified because she knew what was to come.
“Tell me again what you have done, Hugh, so there is no mistake,” she tried to sound calm. “I would understand completely.”
Hugh was spent. He faced his mother on his feet because she would not let him sit. “I killed Davyss’ wife,” he said hoarsely. “Mother, you must help me get away. Davyss will come for me and he will kill me.”
Lady Katharine sighed faintly. “Why did you kill her?”
Hugh was beginning to shrink in on himself, realizing what he had done the moment he had done it and fleeing Wintercroft immediately so that his brother would not kill him. And he knew the man would. He began to grow agitated.
