Angelica’s eyes bulged, and Maia read the bald shock there. Obviously she believed her elder sister was just as prim and proper as did the rest of the world. Including Corvindale.
“You and Mr. Bradington have?—”
“No, no,” Maia said. “Not exactly. Notprecisely.But…Angelica. It’s quite nice. It’s very pleasant. And I think it gets nicer.” She could do nothing to diffuse the blush warming her cheeks.
“And what does this have to do with dreams being better than the reality? Or did you mean they were more frightening than reality?”
“Well.” Maia hesitated. Perhaps this wasn’t something she should confess to her sister. After all, it was very…personal. She looked away, adjusting the pillow in her lap. Perhaps it would be best if she changed the subject. But before she could, Angelica pressed.
“What is it?”
Maia glanced around the room, noticing the soft golden light cast by the lamp and the rumpled bedclothes. Somehow, in the dimness, in the middle of the night, it seemed almostpermissible to talk about it—just as she and Angelica had shared confidences when they were younger, deep under the covers when they were supposed to be sleeping. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to share her deepest confidences…with anyone. But she needed to.
Maia drew in a deep breath and spoke. “After your experience with Dewhurst, I had a dream. About…it.”
“You dreamed aboutDewhurst?”
“Shh!”Maia looked toward the ajar door. “You’ll wake Mirabella! No, I didn’t dream aboutDewhurst.”She looked at her sister, scrutinizing her closely. What would Angelica think of her if she knew she’d liked the bite of avampir?
But perhaps…perhaps it would make her sister feel a little better, knowing there was a different perspective. After all, even in Granny Grapes’s stories, there had beenvampirswho didn’t mean to hurt people. And there were people who’d found the creatures fascinating. “It’s going to sound horrible to you, Angelica. You’ll think me mad.”
“Not any more than I already do,” Angelica replied with a small smile. “Tell me.”
Maia realized her fingers were plucking energetically at the lace on the pillow in her lap. “I dreamed avampirvisited me in my chamber. But it wasn’t frightening. It was…like embracing Alexander, and kissing him…but it was different. Better. And when the vampire bit me?—”
Angelica gasped. “What?”
“In my dream, he bit me. Right…here. It didn’t hurt, in my dream. In fact, it was…it made me…” She clamped her lips shut, realizing her voice had become a little breathy. That was just too much information. The next thing she knew, Maia would be confessing the kiss she’d shared with the Knave of Diamonds. Somethingrealthat had happened…and that she’d forced herself to try and forget.
Perhaps that was why she’d been focusing on the dreams so much—they weren’t real. Theycouldn’thappen.
She couldn’t feel guilty about them. Especially now that Alexander was coming back.
“Youlikedit?” Angelica exclaimed, causing Maia to glance toward the door for fear someone would hear them.
Her whole body froze, her belly dropping low and her heart stopping when she met a pair of glittering dark eyes in the dark corridor.Corvindale.Maia felt ill and hot and faint all at once and she clutched the pillow to her chest. “Mylord.”
How long had he been standing there? What had he heard?Oh, heavens…What if he’d heard her talking about herdream?Thank God she hadn’t told Angelica about the Knave of Diamonds, too!
His face seemed stonier, even more tight and angry than usual, and she had to swallow hard to keep her heart from surging up into her throat. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been so mortified.
“My apologies. I was just arriving home and heard voices,” the earl said—or something like that. Maia couldn’t hear a thing over the rushing sound in her ears and the pounding of her heart.
Of all people to hear her confess such a thing…it had to be Corvindale.
She wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. But she didn’t. She managed to speak calmly, she supposed, but she couldn’t remember exactly what she said. And soon he was gone to investigate some noises he’d heard below, leaving her and Angelica alone again.
With the door closed tightly behind him.
Her sister didn’t seem to realize what had happened, and for that Maia was grateful. But her cheeks were still hot and it took a long time for her heart to stop pounding so erratically.
Part of the reason was, for a moment there, she’d only seen part of the earl’s face. The lower part, exposed by the wavering light from her lamp. And for a stunning, heart-stopping second, she’d focused on his mouth.
And she recognized it.
The Knave of Diamonds.
It was a good thing she was curled up on her bed, for her knees turned to water and she was literally unable to breathe.
