Of course I care! Anne snapped. Your father is my godfather, Lord Greville. Henry is as dear to me as She broke off and finished quietly, as dear to me as a brother.
And yet you thought to use him to buy the safety of Grafton, Simon said bitterly, and I cannot surrender to such blackmail.
Anne stared at him, her eyes full of anger and disbelief. What, you will do nothing to help him? she challenged. I do believe you have run mad. You would sacrifice your brother for nothing! Her voice warmed into fury. Why not tell me the truth, my lord? You will not withdraw your troops because you have committed to make the attack on Grafton and you cannot be seen to weaken. Henry counts for nothing! It is all about your reputation in front of your men. That is all that you care for!
They stared at one another for a long moment, dark eyes locked with dark.
Even if I called off the attack, I could not free Henry, Simon said. He tried to ignore her taunts and the anger they stirred in him. You are correcthe is Malvoisiers hostage. The only way I can save him is through taking the Manor.
Anne grabbed her cloak. Then I am wasting my time here. Henry said you would listen to reason. Clearly he overestimates you.
Simon reached the door in two strides and blocked her path. He leaned his shoulders against the panels and folded his arms. Anne had come to a halt before him and was waiting impatiently for him to let her pass. He did not move.
Of course it is the case that you have given me the means to counteract General Malvoisiers plan, he said quietly.
Anne looked up at him and he saw the bewilderment in her eyes.
What do you mean? she said.
Simon
gestured about the room. It is true that Malvoisier holds Henry, but you are here now, in my power. A hostage for a hostage, a life for a life. He held her gaze. I will use you to free Henry, Lady Anne. You are my prisoner now.
Chapter Two
My brother is an honourable man. He will thank you for your intervention. He will treat you with all respect
And she had believed him. She had remembered the Simon Greville that she had known all those years ago and she had believed without question. How unutterably foolish she had been. In her desire to do the right thing, to tell Simon Greville the truth about his brother and save both Henry and her own people, she had walked directly into peril and into the hands of a man at least as dangerous and ruthless as Gerard Malvoisier himself. She had risked all for justice and this was how Simon Greville, her former suitor, had repaid her.
She spun around so quickly that, on the table beside her, the wine cup trembled and almost fell.
You will not do it! Her voice broke, betraying her desperation. I trusted you! I came here in good faith to negotiate a truce.
She saw Simons expression harden. As I said before, it is best to trust no one.
There was silence for a brief second. Anne looked at him. Clearly, the memories she cherished of their previous acquaintance had been misleading. In her minds eyes she could still recall that long, hot summer at Grafton four years ago when Simon Greville had courted herand kissed her with such passion and tenderness that she had tumbled into love with him. In all the time that had followed she had never met another man who had measured up to her memory of him. Consciously or unconsciously she had judged all men by his standardand found them wanting. And now it seemed that it was her judgement that had been lacking. Simon Greville had no honour and no integrity and would use her for his own ends.
Physically he looked much the same. He had filled out over the intervening years so that now he was not only tall but broadly built as well. He was very dark, with the watchful gaze and the chiselled, patrician looks of a plaster church saint. Unlike his brother, he seldom smiled. But Henry Greville was little more than a charming boy. Simon was a man and altogether more formidable. He was powerful, cold, calculatingand merciless. She should have seen it. She should have run when she had the chance. Instead she had been lulled into a false sense of security by believing Henry and trusting her memories of his brother. She had put her safety in this mans hands. She felt betrayed. All her disgust, with herself as well as him, rose to the surface.
I thought you a man of honour, she said. It seems I was wrong.
Simon was leaning against the door, arms folded, with a carelessness that she despised. It seemed so contemptuous. She could not see any evidence in his face that her accusation had stung him at all.
Perhaps there is no room for honour in war, he said. You have played into my hands by coming here, madam. It would be foolish of me not to take the advantages I am given.
Anne made a sound of disgust. I thought you different. She clenched her fists by her sides. Sir Henry swore that you were. It seems I made a mistake to trust him.
Simon straightened up and faced her across the room. His presence was intimidating, but Anne was determined not to be afraid.