Is everything well? she asked.
Private business, my dear. Between old friends, he added, with a glance toward Edmund.
Of course. She was quick to make herself amenable, which oddly disturbed him. He supposed most men desired an acquiescent wife. Yet he found just then that a display of spine might suit Anne. He admired strength and determination in othershis wife would be no exception.
Hell, he hoped his choice in a bride hadnt been a mistake, guided by his own sense of retribution.
Only, she added, there is talk of putting us to bed soon, and it would be rather awkward if there was no groom to join me in the bedchamber. Pink flooded her cheeks, yet he was pleased to see that she did not look away, but held his gaze. Tremulously.
You will find me at
the head of the procession.
She smiled, relieved, and dipped into a curtsy. I shall see you then.
A very sweet girl, Edmund said after Anne moved away. He raised a brow. How very unlike you.
Leo scowled. I desire sweetness, too.
Have a care with her. Edmunds normally genial expression grew serious. Women are not trade routes to be aggressively negotiated.
And my brutish peasant hands might crush her.
Dont be an ass. Even affable Edmund could lose his temper. Only, use that clever brain of yours to see your wife. What she thinks. What she feels. You will find it a better path to happiness.
Leo laughed. Im married now. Happiness has nothing to do with it.
Edmund shook his head, yet he followed as Leo led him from the chamber and down the corridor to his study. Sounds of music and merriment faded the deeper he went into his house. The sounds of an unknowing, innocent world, beholden to no one, subject only to reason and scientific principles. But Leo and the other Hellraisers knew differently.
A thought leapt into Leos mind: What if Anne learned the truth about him? About the nature of the meeting he was about to have? What might she do?
He shrugged. If Anne ever discovered his secret, she could do nothing. He was the one with the power. Even if someone believed her allegationswhich they never wouldshe had no leverage and could not harm him. No, the bigger threat came from Whit.
Within the book-lined room, he found Bram and John already there, illuminated by a single candle on his desk. Full night had fallen, and shadows were thick in the room, so that in the light of the candle, Leo and his friends appeared to be shades emerging from the Underworld.
Leo locked the door, and made sure all the windows were closed, the curtains drawn. With actions deliberate and ceremonial, he poured five glasses of brandy and handed them to his fellow Hellraisers.
Theres only four of us now, John said, eyeing the remaining glass.
As if Leo, or any of their company, could forget. That was what this private meeting was about. Whits absence, and its tacit condemnation, howled like a cavern. Three months had passed since Whit had severed his ties with the Hellraisers, had urged Leo and John and Edmund to turn their backs on the source of their power. But Whit had been troubled, and misled. Especially by that Gypsy girl.
Leo had the scar on his shoulder as proof of his erstwhile friends perfidy. Whit had made his choice, and no one had seen him these past months. Running scared, Leo supposed.
Only to himself did he admit that he missed Whit, his company, his counsel. Leo could not step into Whites and see the hazard tables without thinking of Whit, for he had been a familiar figure there, wagering outrageous sums of money only for the thrill of risk. Gone now. All gone. Once inseparable, the five of them had been cleaved apart, never to be whole again.
Whit was a danger, one that had to be found and contained. And Leo knew the best way to find him, but he required assistance.
For our guest, said Leo. He drew a breath, then spoke. Veni, geminus.
The candle guttered. Went out. The room became a black chasm, and the scent of burnt paper thickened in the air.
By touch, Leo struck a flint, lit a tinder, and brought it to the candle.
The doors to the study were locked, the windows shut. No one could get in or out of the room unnoticed.
Yet now a fifth man stood before Leo and the others. As always, the man wore elegant, expensive clothing, and he glittered as he bowed.
Compliments, Hellraisers, the man said, smiling and making his leg. And compliments from my master, the Devil.
Chapter 2
The geminus smiled. Or rather, Leo had the sense that the thing smiled, for try as he might, he had never once truly beheld its face. It was always ... blank, and Leos gaze kept sliding away from it, as though trying to find purchase on a slick incline.
He cannot resist a moment of theatricality, my master, and I am always obliging. The geminus eyed the three other Hellraisers. Good sirs, this is a rare occasion to be summoned before the entire company.
Not the entire company, said Bram tightly.
At this, the geminus made a clicking sound of displeasure. Our prodigal. Lord Whitney.