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then reached over and grasped her gelding s bridle, calming the animal. Once the horses were steadied,
Bel and Robert, each in their own dismal worlds, looked up and saw fireworks exploding across the
black sky over Green Park, opening the Regent s Victory festival.
August the first had arrived. The terminal date of their contract.
The bursts of color rocketed then bloomed, practically atop the roof of Knight House.
Bel felt a slow tremor of loss move through her body.
She looked at Robert, saw the red glare illuminate his rugged face. Neither said a word. Bel fought a
surge of emotion, remembering the last time they had watched fireworks together on that deliriously
romantic night at Vauxhall. Avoiding her gaze, Robert clucked to his horse.
They proceeded through the gates of Knight House, where the grooms took their horses. Bel
dismounted, removed her riding hat, and wiped the sweat from her brow, watching Robert walk wearily
up to the front door. The gold light from the lanterns that flanked the doorway cast a ruddy halo over his
wavy black hair.
Her heart ached for him as she watched him disappear inside. After all his honor and gallantry, his
shining ideal lady had been proved an utter fraud.
Amid her compassion for him, however, was guilt, for she knew that, in her way, she was as much a
fraud as Lady Coldfell. How could she let him go on thinking she had pushed him away as a ploy to get
more gold out of him? Unlike Lady Coldfell, however, she still had a chance to come clean with him, if
only she dared. This might be their last chance to make peace.
She stared up at the grand, ornate house, half expecting its flawless facade to come tumbling down like
everyone else s had this night.
Another tremble of cold fear ran the length of her body, but she squared her shoulders, knowing what
she must do. As humiliating as this was going to be, he was her protector and she owed him the truth.
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In the library Hawk dispatched two servants, one to locate his brother, Alec, to serve as his second, the
other to ride to Coldfell s villa to alert him that the long-awaited duel was set for dawn.
When they had gone he sat down at his desk and slowly pressed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He
rested like that, feeling defeated and utterly alone.
He couldn t believe how wrong he had been. Good God, but Lucy had fooled him. He had gone into
this thinking himself the righteous avenger and had come out of it looking like a blundering fool.
He couldn t blame Dolph Breckinridge for calling him out. Any man accused of so heinous a crime
would have done the same. Hawk knew full well he was in the wrong and supposed his only honorable
option, therefore, was to delope.
Robert?
He looked up at her soft call. Belinda stood in the doorway amid the shadows, her face tense and pale.
Her beauty caught him like an unexpected blow to the chest. He picked up a quill pen and pretended to
examine it.
Is there something you require, Miss Hamilton? I m afraid I m in a bit of a rush. I have some business
to get in order, as it appears there s a jolly good chance I ll be leaving this world with rather unforeseen
haste.
She flinched and lowered her head at his words. He stared at her.
Silent, eh? Let me guess you ve come to say I told you so. And well you should. You knew from
the start that Dolph didn t kill Lucy, but I refused to listen. Your point is well taken; I defer to your
greater wisdom and shall remain to the bitter end Lucy s fool and yours.
God, but you know how to wound me, she whispered, lifted her head, and met his stare with anguish
in her eyes. Don t equate me with her. At least I don t hide the fact that I m a whore.
He threw his pen on the desk and braced his mouth against his hand.
I have something to say to you, she said in a brave, hushed tone.
No doubt, he thought, braced for a tongue-lashing, the way things were going.
Belinda shut the door. His veiled gaze followed her as she moved cautiously into the room where they
had shared so many intimacies. Had her show of love been a delusion, like everything else? He couldn t
tell anymore what was real, and was honestly tired of trying to figure it out.
She drifted toward his piano and rested her hand atop its glossy lid as she stood gazing toward the
empty hearth. I wanted to say that I-I ve tried over the past two months to make your life happier in
small ways. To make you more comfortable and to bring you pleasure.
He clamped back the impulse to confess how well she had succeeded.
He was done with her and that was that. He was about to die for her, after all, for his refusal to hand her
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