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Pulling in an unsteady breath, Gabriel noted Andrew’s commanding stance. His younger brother, who he had teased and wrestled with as a boy, had become a formidable ally. Giving up control was not in his nature, yet Gabriel was certain Andrew was prepared to handle such a monumental assignment.

‘I assume this means you heard?’

Andrew nodded. ‘I did not know what to say to you earlier, but I do know now. Listen to your instincts; they will not lie to you. Only you know what the right decision is for you. But regardless of what you decide to do, know that we will do all in our power to stop Janvier.’

Chapter Nineteen

A
s the carriage rolled to a stop outside Janvier’s town house, Olivia needed to make certain she was composed enough to hold a conversation with him without raising her voice—or throwing any objects within her reach.

Leaving Gabriel had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but she refused to be made a fool of by more of his lies. She might not have any control of his actions, but she could take some satisfaction knowing that she was the one to sever all contact. The anger she was feeling was directed at herself. He’d fooled her once, but this time she was to blame for stupidly trusting him. This time, the fault was all her own.

She had cried enough over the realisation that the man she loved would never love her in return. She was finally finished crying over what might have been. The course of her future was her own.

Placing her hand on her stomach, she took a deep breath. The air was heavy with the scent of rain. Looking out the window at the grey clouds rolling in, Olivia was grateful she reached Janvier’s house before the heavens opened up and ruined her slippers. The fury bubbling under her skin was certain to spring forth with the smallest inconvenience. Janvier had played no part in Gabriel’s betrayal. He didn’t deserve to bear even the smallest bit of the wrath she was keeping in check.

As she walked into his home, the diamond brooch that had been affixed to her cloak fell to the floor. She took a deep breath and counted to ten. The catch had come loose and she threw it in her reticule in annoyance.

The distant sound of thunder rumbled through the dimly lit entrance hall. His grey-haired butler was just about to take her card, when the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. When she turned, Janvier rounded the corner dressed in fashionably tailored, black eveningwear.

She forced herself to smile at the sight of her friend. If being in his company would improve her mood, even the slightest bit, then coming to see him tonight was the right decision.

Although he appeared happy to see her, there was a brief flash of apprehension in his eyes. Showing up on a man’s doorstep alone would probably warrant that reaction.

‘This is a pleasant surprise,’ he said.

‘Good evening, Janvier. Forgive me for calling, but it was imperative I see you.’ Thankfully her voice did not expose her strained emotions.

‘Of course, I hope you are well?’ he asked with concern.

‘I am, thank you.’

He turned to his butler. ‘You may leave now. I will see to Her Grace.’

The man nodded before stepping around a few trunks and heading down the hall, the sound of his footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

‘May I take that for you?’ he asked, gesturing to her cloak.

She allowed him to slide it from her shoulders. ‘It’s starting to rain,’ she said, looking to break the awkwardness of the situation.

‘Never a pleasant thing, however it is all too common here in England. I would offer you tea, however I suspect you would prefer a glass of claret.’

She took a deep breath and forced herself to smile. ‘Thank you, I would like that.’ Accepting his arm, she accompanied him to a well-appointed drawing room, styled in the fashionable Grecian manner.

The clouds outside had obscured the waning sun, leaving only the light from the fireplace and a single candelabra to cast moving shadows in the room. Walking to a table near the window, Janvier lit five additional candles. In the darkened window glass, his reflection gave away an expression of serious concern. Was it possible he was unhappy with her calling on him? She wasn’t certain she could manage another rejection today.

However, when he turned to face her, his expression changed into one of welcoming interest. She shook off the foolish uneasiness and let her gaze wander from the gilt-framed landscape paintings to the marble statues resting on pedestals. If only it wasn’t in poor taste to ignore him and explore his artwork.

Then she spied a rather large royal-blue Sèvres porcelain urn painted in the Empire style atop a Sèvres bisque pedestal. It was a stunning piece of craftsmanship and she wished she had time to study the intricate bucolic scene painted on it.

‘That is lovely,’ she commented, stepping towards it.

Janvier approached her. ‘Thank you, it is a recent acquisition. Please, won’t you have a seat?’ he asked, gesturing to the sofa near the fire.

The gold-brocade cushions were well stuffed and she made certain to leave room next to her so that when he sat down their thighs wouldn’t touch. She was being foolish. He would not try to kiss her again. She had made her feelings for him quite clear. This man was her friend. Her emotions were frayed more than she had thought to make her uneasy around Janvier.

Olivia looked into his chocolate-brown eyes that were keenly focused on her and forced herself to smile. ‘I hope I have not arrived at an inconvenient time?’

‘You have not. However, I must confess your arrival is a surprise. Did I misunderstand? I thought we were to meet at the theatre instead of arriving together.’

‘That was our arrangement.’ She rubbed her brow. ‘Forgive me. It has been a trying day.’

He cocked his head to the side. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps your mood will improve tonight. I have been awaiting this evening for a long time.’

Olivia accepted the glass of claret from Janvier as he took a seat beside her. While he sipped his wine, he watched her over the rim of the crystal.

‘It is an excellent vintage,’ he commented, nodding towards the glass in her hand.

‘I would expect no less from you.’

‘Since you will not tell me what is troubling you, perhaps that wine will help return your smile.’

‘Forgive me, I did not come here to dampen your evening with my mood,’ she said apologetically.

‘Having you in my home could never put me in an ill mood.’ His grin only enhanced his handsome face.

She wished she could have unburdened herself. Being able to voice her disappointment in herself and her husband might help her straighten out the emotions that were an enormous jumble inside her head and heart. But she would not confide her secrets to someone simply because the timing was convenient.

‘The wine will help,’ he said, as he leaned back.

He was right. Wine would help. Only she knew she would need the entire bottle and perhaps another one as well. She brought the glass to her lips, then remembered she would need a clear head to be firm in her resolve to move out of her London residence when she returned home, so she lowered the glass to her thigh. ‘This room is lovely,’ she said, changing the subject.

‘So this is how it is to be. I am excellent at keeping secrets. Should you choose to confide in me, I will be willing to listen.’

‘I appreciate that, Janvier, I do. However, I think it best if we do not discuss it.’

‘If you have not come to confide in me, what does bring you to my door? Not that I am unhappy you are here, but you can understand why I am curious.’

‘I’m sorry to say I will not be able to attend the theatre this evening.’

An unreadable expression crossed his face before he took another slow sip of wine. ‘I will not lie and say I am not disappointed.’

‘I am disappointed as well and I was hoping to introduce you to the Prince Regent, but circumstances are preventing me from attending.’

He sat up straight, no longer appearing the epitome of relaxed elegance. ‘Has His Grace forbidden you from being seen with me?’

‘No, that isn’t it.’

‘Then help me to understand. He does not like you spending time with me. I have seen it colour his expression when we are together.’

She shifted uncomfortably at his prodding and looked down at her glass. ‘You’re wrong. His Grace is not a jealous man. Of that, I can assure you.’

‘You are mistaken. He is a man not accustomed to having what is his taken away.’

This discussion was pouring salt into her open wound. She needed to change the subject. She remembered seeing trunks in the entrance hall when she arrived. ‘Are you leaving London?’

‘I will be returning to Paris for a time to visit friends. Are you certain I cannot persuade you to change your mind about this evening?’

‘I am certain, however I have no wish to deprive you of such wonderful entertainment.’ Reaching into her reticule, Olivia pulled out two tokens for her box at the theatre. She held them out to Janvier. When he went to take them, she snatched her hand back.

‘I have one condition. You must tell me about the performance when next we see one another.’

‘Agreed.’

Clinking their glasses together, they raised them to their lips in unison. The warm spicy wine slid down her throat smoothly. There was an intensity rolling off her companion. Not for the first time since arriving here did Olivia question her decision to deliver the tokens herself.

‘As you are aware,’ she said, ‘my box is to the left of the royal box. The hallway can become crowded with people hoping to catch sight of the royal family. It’s best to arrive early, if possible, to avoid the crush.’

‘The idea of becoming lost in a crowd does not distress me.’

She took another sip, this time a longer one, and she felt her body begin to soften into the gold brocade cushion. ‘I hope you enjoy your evening. Although I realise it is late, please ask anyone you wish to accompany you. There is no reason you need to attend alone.’

‘That is very kind of you.’

‘Have you not heard? I am all that is kindness,’ she said, taking an even longer drink.

He grinned in amusement. ‘I see the wine is helping. Allow me to pour you some more.’

Glancing into her glass, Olivia raised her eyebrows. When had she finished all of her wine? It was exceptional and after the day she had, she was entitled to enjoy an excellent vintage. She handed him her glass and took in his well-made form as he sauntered over to the cellaret housing numerous bottles of wine.

Her time with Gabriel was over. She would never know a man’s touch again—unless, she took a lover.

Janvier had impressive shoulders, which were showcased nicely by the cut of his black tailcoat. His waist and hips were slim—much slimmer than Gabriel’s more muscular form. Janvier’s build was long and graceful. Gabriel’s form suggested strength and power.

What would it feel like to be held in the arms of a man Janvier’s size?

Just as she was trying to imagine such an encounter, he looked at her from across the room.

‘I would love to know what you are thinking.’

Olivia did not want to contemplate what her expression had obviously betrayed. ‘I was thinking of the wine.’

Stalking towards her with two glasses in his hands, his face became almost tiger like. ‘I am certain you were contemplating something delicious. I do not believe it to be the wine, though.’ Stopping in front of her, he stood there with a heated gaze looking down at her. ‘I know you feel this attraction between us.’

He was attractive, but Olivia hadn’t felt any desire for him. From the time he’d kissed her in his carriage, to staring into his brown eyes now, her body wasn’t flush with the need to press herself against him and feel him buried deep inside of her. Those were the feelings her foolish body had only for Gabriel. She peered closer at Janvier as if she could will herself into a state of arousal.

Why couldn’t he make her heart race and her body quiver in her most intimate places? If he had, she might have been able to transfer some of the feelings she had for Gabriel to Janvier. She was destined to die alone with only the love of Nicholas and, God willing, her grandchildren—but without a man’s love and comforting touch.

And it was all Gabriel’s fault!

The clock on the mantel began to chime and Janvier turned his head to look. In that brief instance, she studied him again.

Still nothing.

He turned back to her and again caught her examining his form. She really needed to leave before she embarrassed herself further.

‘You do feel this attraction. However, if we begin exploring our shared passion now, I will miss the performance.’

Well, that was insulting. He wanted her, but not enough to give up seeing the performance of a play.

Men were toads!

This day had gone from wonderful, to horrible, to absurd in a ridiculously short period of time. She needed to leave, return to her rooms and pack her things. Tomorrow she would be at Victoria’s house, where she could begin to arrange a new life for herself and Nicholas.

She picked up her reticule, looped the braided handle around her wrist and rose from the sofa. ‘I shall be off.’

‘Forgive me, I did not mean for you to leave immediately.’ He held out her refilled glass. ‘We should drink to friendship before you leave.’

She stared at the glass and imagined throwing the contents into his face. But after the day she had had, numbing herself with more wine sounded like a better notion. She accepted the glass and his watchful gaze never left her as he took a sip from his glass. Did he, too, wonder if she was planning on decorating his form with the ruby liquid?

Olivia raised her glass to her lips.

‘Don’t you dare drink that, Olivia,’ boomed a familiar voice from the doorway.

Her hand jerked, sloshing a small amount of the red wine over the side of the glass and down the front of the skirt of her gown. Uttering an unladylike word, she placed her glass on the table.

‘What in the world are you doing here?’ she demanded, glaring at Gabriel.

Chapter Twenty

G
abriel had ridden as fast as he could through the streets of Mayfair to reach Olivia. She was his world and he was not about to lose her—not this time. He needed to increase Bennett’s wages for his discretion during her departure and for supplying Gabriel with the address she had given her coachman. He’d assumed she would be going to her sister’s house. Victoria and Olivia had always been close and he knew in his bones she would be the one person Olivia would turn to for help. But this address had been foreign to him.

When Gabriel had arrived at the nondescript town house, he had run out of the names of people he thought might occupy the building. Never in his wildest imaginings did he think his wife would turn to Janvier. It wasn’t until his knock went unanswered and he picked the lock on the front door, that he realised he was in the home of the blackguard he had been preparing to apprehend that very night—a man who Gabriel had just seen place something from a small vial into Olivia’s wineglass.

After following the sound of voices, he stood outside the doorway to the drawing room and listened to their unguarded conversation. A part of him wanted to storm into the room and remove his wife from this dangerous man. But this other part of him, this sick twisted part that would be bound forever by a sense of duty, wanted to listen and see if the Frenchman revealed his plans.

It wasn’t until he saw Olivia raise the glass to her lips that he knew he needed to interrupt the intimate tête-à-tête before his wife was poisoned. It was taking all of Gabriel’s control not to rip the man limb from limb.

‘Your Grace,’ said the Frenchman, his eyes narrowed on Gabriel. ‘I had not heard your knock.’

‘Neither did your staff.’

‘My staff is now off for the evening. I’m afraid there is no longer anyone here attending the door.’

Olivia’s attention had been focused on blotting up the wine from her skirt until Janvier uttered his last statement. ‘You had not told me you had given your staff the night off.’

The man smiled at Olivia and Gabriel’s right hand tightened into a fist.

‘You had not asked,’ Janvier replied with a smug smirk.

That was all it took. Thoughts of trapping the man in his plan no longer mattered. He was going to break his legs so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to go to the theatre. Gabriel advanced into the room, but stopped suddenly at the sight of Olivia picking up her glass.

‘I told you not to drink that.’

‘As if I have any interest in what you want.’ She brought the glass closer to her lips.

He snatched it out of her hand.

‘I am not tipsy and that glass will not make me the least bit inebriated. Give it back to me.’

‘No.’

‘No?’ She stood up and crossed her arms.

‘Your friend put something in your glass.’

‘Don’t be absurd, Janvier would never do such a thing.’

‘I resent such an insinuation,’ the Frenchman stated, placing his own glass down on the nearest table.

‘I wasn’t insinuating anything. I am stating a fact that you put something into my wife’s glass. What is in here?’

‘Nothing but some of my finest wine.’

Gabriel held the glass out to Janvier. ‘Then why don’t you have a sip?’ He tilted the glass and surveyed the contents. ‘There isn’t much left. It would be a shame to waste it.’

Olivia let out an exasperated breath. ‘I have no notion of what you think you are trying to prove. Are you attempting to have me question everyone I associate with?’ She took the glass from him and almost had it to her lips when he swatted it out of her hand. It flew across the room, landing with a crash and splattering the remainder of the wine around the fine furnishings and his wife.

He knew the look on her face. She was incredulous and he had pushed her too far. His gaze dropped to the reticule she was holding and he considered how heavy it might be.

She glared at him and it looked as if she might be trembling with rage. ‘You have thoroughly and completely ruined this dress.’

He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her statement, spoken through clenched teeth, but he needed to concentrate on Janvier. ‘What did you put in it?’

‘You believe I wish to kill her? I adore her. Why would I do such a thing?’

‘Why indeed? But I did see you place something in her glass from a small vial.’

‘I did no such thing.’ But his eyes shifted. It was a gesture his very astute wife did not miss.

She stepped closer and searched Janvier’s eyes. ‘Did you?’ she asked as if she could not believe her friend could be so evil.

His gaze darted from her to Gabriel and back again. A cold shiver ran along Gabriel’s spine, raising the hairs on his neck. There was no telling how Janvier would react to being cornered and Olivia was standing too close to him. Her safety was paramount. Gabriel needed to distract him and keep her out of harm’s way.

‘Is that what you planned to use tonight to kill the Prince Regent at Drury Lane?’

He should bang his head into a wall. That was the worst distraction in the history of Britain—no, the world! His concern for Olivia had stopped his brain from thinking clearly. He knew enough not to reveal his hand too early and he had just shown Janvier all of his cards.

Olivia was about to back away from Janvier when the Frenchman spun her around by the waist and pulled her back against his front. Gabriel reached behind him under his coat and pulled out his double-barrel pistol just as Janvier removed a sharp knife from his sleeve. The silver of the blade at Olivia’s throat flashed in the candlelight.

They were at an impasse. Olivia remained motionless. The sound of her breathing was as loud in Gabriel’s ears as if her head had been resting on his shoulder. He needed to keep his entire concentration on Janvier to read any signs that would indicate what this man was about to do. He knew he had to block out Olivia entirely, or he risked being caught again by surprise.

‘Well, it appears we are both not what the world sees. How is it you are aware of plans against your monarch?’

‘I have heard rumblings.’

‘I see. And those rumblings brought you to my door? Convenient.’

‘Coincidence. My wife is here. I came to bring her home.’

‘But that will not happen. You see, your wife will be leaving with me, or she will die because of you. If you had done nothing to cause her to arrive at my doorstep, none of this would be happening. The evening would have ended very differently.’

Guilt burned throughout Gabriel’s body at the truth that was boldly stated.

‘That was not poison in her glass, but something to make her sleep for hours,’ Janvier continued. ‘It occurred to me during our visit that I could take her to France with me as insurance, shall we say. But alas, you have forced my hand.’ He wiggled the blade by her throat. ‘I will be leaving with your wife now, Winterbourne, and you will remain here for three hours. Should you try and stop me, I will not hesitate to kill her.’

‘I will not allow you to take her. Let her go and we can resolve this like men, not like children who hide behind a woman’s skirt.’

‘Should I release her, you will not let me leave here a free man. I know the penalty for what you are accusing me of and I have no intention to die now.’

Olivia tried to edge her way closer to the table with the large vase, but Janvier jerked her back. ‘Do not move,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘I should hate to mar that pretty neck of yours.’

‘You said you wanted me to go to France with you,’ Olivia whispered. ‘I will go willingly. There is no need for any of this.’

‘Why should I believe you would do so? I thought to take you with me in the event I needed to bargain your life should my actions be discovered. And now it seems I need you more than ever. Make no mistake, I will injure you should you or your husband force my hand. And if you startle me with any sudden movements, there is no telling how much my hand will move.’

She swallowed deeply, causing Gabriel’s hands to sweat as he continued to point his gun at Janvier.

‘You don’t even know Prinny,’ she said. ‘What reason could you possibly have for wanting him dead?’

‘Your beloved friend has been boldly bragging about all the spoils of war he has acquired—items that rightfully belong to France and not Britain—and especially not to that fat, stupid man. He boasts how he defeated France. How he has brought down Napoleon. What is next? Will he decide to take France as well? I spit at his arrogance. We will not be subject to the rule of an idiot, forced to call ourselves British subjects. Surely you can understand how that would not be acceptable to me or any Frenchman.’

Gabriel was trying to calculate the best angle for a shot at Janvier that would pose no danger to Olivia, but he was having no luck. His heart was pounding so hard it must have been visible through his coat. There had to be a way to get Janvier to release her.

‘Of course I understand.’ Olivia’s soothing voice broke the silence.

‘How could I live with myself if I saw my family and friends harmed by British tyranny?’ His gaze remained fixed on Gabriel.

‘So you are doing this for your family and friends back home?’ she asked softly.

‘I would die for those that I hold dear,’ he spat out.

‘Please, do not say such a thing,’ Olivia said gently. ‘Surely there must be a peaceful way to settle this. Prinny is sympathetic to the Bourbons.’

In his peripheral vision Gabriel noticed Olivia slowly and carefully opening the strings of the reticule she held down in front of her. If Janvier caught her movement, he might slit her throat. A cold clamminess crept along Gabriel’s skin. Why couldn’t that woman do as she was told?

‘For how long will his sympathies last? With your Regent eliminated, Britain will focus inward. I do not believe his brothers have the same fascination with France. We will be free of a British threat.’

Olivia took in a shallow breath. ‘I understand you are doing what you must to protect your family. That is to be commended.’

Why did Gabriel feel as if the words she spoke were directed at him? Were these to be her last words to him? He swallowed hard and forced his mind to focus on getting her free from Janvier.

‘That is one of the things I admire about you,’ said the Frenchman. ‘You are an intelligent woman.’

‘I like to believe so.’

Janvier let out a cry of pain.

He dropped his arms from Olivia as the knife fell to the ground. ‘
Salope
,’ he growled through clenched teeth while grasping his thigh.

‘You said you admired me,’ she sneered back, quickly darting out of his way.

Stunned at his wife’s actions, it took a few seconds for Gabriel to realise he had a clear shot at Janvier. But before he was able to pull the trigger, Olivia grabbed the Sèvres vase and smashed the man over the head with enough force to cause him to collapse to the ground. The pieces of the vase scattered around him.

She surveyed his still form cautiously. ‘You don’t think he is dead, do you? I find I am not bloodthirsty enough to kill him.’

All the bones in Gabriel’s body disintegrated.

She was alive.

She was safe.

And she was staring at him, waiting for an answer.

Stepping closer to the motionless Frenchman, Gabriel could see what she had done to impede him. There, embedded in his thigh, sparkled a brooch encrusted with diamonds. He poked his foot into the man’s side. ‘He is still breathing. Do you need a moment?’ Gabriel certainly felt like he did. ‘Perhaps you should sit down.’

She brushed her shaking hands against her skirt, cleaning off the remnants of the porcelain vase. ‘Do not concern yourself with me. Tell me what we do now.’

We?
Gabriel marvelled at her fortitude. He placed his pistol back under his coat. ‘
We
are not doing anything. You are going to return home and I will see that he is taken into custody.’

‘You would not have been able to subdue him without me.’

That was a bit of an overstatement, but Gabriel thought it best to let her feel as she did. The first time one captured a criminal it was heady stuff.

‘You are not sending me home while you see this through,’ she continued.

She was too stubborn for her own good. Kneeling down before her, Gabriel reached under her skirt and tore a strip off the bottom of her chemise.

She slapped his hand away. ‘Was the destruction of this gown with the wine not sufficient enough that you felt a need to attack the rest of my wardrobe as well?’

Stepping over to Janvier, Gabriel rolled him over with his boot, brought the man’s hands behind his back, and twisted the linen around his hands. ‘It’s prudent to ensure he will not get away should he wake up.’

Olivia crossed her arms. ‘What do we do with him?’

‘Ordinarily I would have Bow Street hold him. But I will not take the chance he has a sympathiser there. I know of a place to take him for now.’

‘Richmond?’ She didn’t even wait for him to reply, as if the answer was a foregone conclusion. ‘How did you know Janvier was planning on killing Prinny tonight?’

They were perilously close to a topic he had never wanted to discuss with her. ‘I received intelligence that led me to believe it was what he planned.’

‘So you arrived here to stop him.’

‘No, I had no idea where he lived. The plan was to stop him at the theatre.’

‘You expect me to believe you intended to give up capturing a man who wanted Prinny dead to come after me?’

‘I did come after you. Why you decided to come here is your tale to tell and you will tell me, Olivia.’

‘Janvier was to join us tonight to see Mrs Siddons. Since I would no longer be attending the performance, I came here to give him the tokens to our box.’

Prinny’s assassin would have been sitting with them, mere feet from his intended target. Gabriel pushed his thumb against the bridge of his nose. ‘I was going to impersonate Prinny tonight, but I needed to come after you so someone else has taken my place. There are people throughout the theatre looking for Janvier.’

‘You will notify them the vile beast has been captured?’

‘I will, but I doubt I will use those exact words. I will go myself to inform them once I have Janvier secure.’