“Go,” he said in a short, tight voice. His breathing was deep and controlled, and she could see it move through his body as if it were being dragged. A little shudder rippled over his shoulders as he added, “Get help.”
He made a sharp gesture to Ella as he knelt slowly, reluctance in his very movement.
Angelica had pulled to her feet, her knees shaking, her fingers still closed around the wooden splinter, her other hand curled into the front of her chemise.
“Angelica,” Voss said. “Go.Now.”Confused, frightened, and sick to the very depths of her being, Angelica obeyed and fled the room.
8
IN WHICH LORD DEWHURST SUFFERS A POOR VINTAGE
Angelica barely made it down the stairs without falling. Her knees shook, threatening to give way and send her tumbling, and she felt as if she were about to toss up her accounts at any moment. Yet it was concern not only for Ella but for Voss that kept her upright and intent on finding help.
She got to the bottom step, and as she followed the path of destruction—crooked wall pictures, an upended vase, a streak of something dark on the wallpaper—down a short corridor, she met up with Rubey.
The older woman looked disheveled, but not as if she’d been attacked or fought off intruders. No blood nor claw or tear marks. Her expression was tight and shocked, and her first words were, “You’re unhurt? What about Ella?”
Angelica shook her head and peeled her tongue off the roof of her mouth. “Voss is seeing to her. He sent me for help.”
Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps had Angelica spinning in alarm. But it was Voss. He filled the corridor, his face just as taut as Rubey’s, his stride purposeful.
“There’s no help for the maid,” he told Rubey without looking at Angelica.
“No,” Rubey whispered. “Ella?” Her face loosened with pain and shock, then darkened with fury. “Damn you, Voss, for bringing this here. Your greed and games.”
Voss’s expression tightened further and he inclined his head as if in acceptance. Still without acknowledging Angelica, keeping his eyes hooded and on Rubey, he said, “We haven’t much time. Where is he?”
Apparently the older woman could decipher his code, for she stepped back and gestured down the hall. “Still in there. Pretending to be injured.” Her eyes flashed lightning blue as they met Voss’s, once again making Angelica feel as if she were missing something important. “Do what you will.”
Before she could ask, Voss glanced at her, his eyes scoring down over what she belatedly realized was a scandalously flimsy shift and then her bare legs and feet. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to truly care.
“If you could dress her, and get that damned foot bound up, I would greatly appreciate it.” He was speaking to Rubey, again as if Angelica wasn’t there, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from demanding petulantly that he acknowledge her.
Fool.
Then he brushed past her, the sleeve of his coat dislodging a lock of hair from her shoulder, and disappeared down the hall.
“Come. I’ll see to you myself,” Rubey said wearily. “You can’t stay much longer. And I’ve got to leave as well.”
Angelica resisted the urge to stare after Voss. A little prickle of nervousness ran up her spine.Do what you will.
Whatever Rubey meant, Angelica suspected it wasn’t to the good.
She followed the older woman’s brisk pace and realized for the first time the cuts on her foot were deep and painful. Fortunately the bleeding had slowed to an ooze, and as soon as they reached their destination, Rubey made her sit down.Moments later, she gave a damp cloth to Angelica to wipe away the blood.
As she bathed her cuts, noticing that the one in her heel was split and would likely take some time to mend, she realized this was an exceedingly well-appointed home. A smallish residence, but furnished richly and with elegance. It dawned on her this must be where Rubey lived. The chamber to which they’d come was clearly Rubey’s private one, and it was decorated in rich gold and all other shades of yellow.
It also occurred to Angelica, as Rubey dug through a large, polished wardrobe across from a very decadent and well-pillowed bed, that the fact that twovampirshad invaded the home and killed a maid didn’t seem to shock her hostess. Certainly she was aggrieved at the loss of Ella, but she didn’t seem to be as stunned and paralyzed as Angelica felt.
This realization, coupled with the fact that Ella had had what most certainly were bite marks on her neck, and Angelica began to feel lightheaded again. Light of head, and confused.
Were these horrific creatures—which she’d had no idea existed beyond Granny Grapes’s imagination until only last night—more common than she could have imagined? Did these violent, rapacious monsters live among them like normal people?
And what was Voss’s connection to them?
Rubey moved with the same efficiency and spare movements as Ella had, insisting Angelica don a clean chemise and even loaning her one of her corsets. Although she didn’t attempt to do anything with the mass of wild hair except pin it up loosely again, Rubey tugged and laced and buttoned Angelica into a pretty pink frock in short order.
Just as Angelica was rolling silk stockings up over her knees and aligning borrowed slippers (which were a bit too large) forher feet, Voss strode into the chamber. Uninvited, and yet clearly comfortable being there.
