Stephanie Laurens - Beyond Seduction

The seventh book in the Bastion Club series, 2007

Early July 1816

Crowhurst Castle, Cornwall

How the devil did they break the mill? Gervase Tregarth, 6th Earl of Crowhurst, paced before the hearth in the elegant drawing room of Crowhurst Castle. The exasperation of a man driven to the limits of frustration colored his face, tone and every long-legged stride. And am I to surmise that they were also behind all the rest? The broken fences, the damaged boats, the mix-up with the grain, the unexplained ringing of the church bells at midnight?

Swinging around, he pinned his stepmother, Sybil, with a sharply interrogatory, hard hazel gaze.

Seated on the chaise, a silk shawl about her shoulders, Sybil returned his stare with a blank look, as if she hadnt fully comprehended his meaning.

Gervase knew better. Sybil was wondering how to answer. She knew he was one step away from losing his temper, and would much rather he didnt. He narrowed his eyes even further. They were, werent they? Of course they were.

His voice had lowered to a growl; the past months of futile traveling to London only to be summoned back within a few days to deal with some inexplicable calamity flashed across his mind-and frayed the reins of his temper even more. What in all creation do they think theyre about?

He wasnt shouting, but the force behind his words was enough to overset a more robust female than Sybil; he drew in a breath and tamped down his welling fury. The they he and she were discussing were her daughters-his three half sisters-currently featuring as the bane of his life.

Belinda, Annabel and Jane took after their father, as did he, which was why Sybil, mild, sweet Sybil, fair-haired and gentle, was entirely unable to control them. Or comprehend them; all three were more intelligent, clever and quick than she. They were also more vigorous, bold and outgoing, altogether more confident.

He, on the other hand, shared with the three the affinity of character. Theyd always been close; as their adored older and only brother, hed grown accustomed to them being on his side.

Or at least operating on some form of Tregarth logic he could understand.

Instead, over the past six months theyd apparently transformed from lovable if mischievous hoydens of whom he was deeply fond to secretive, demon-inspired harpies whose primary focus in life was to drive him demented.

His last question had thus been rhetorical; if he couldnt fathom what had possessed his dear sisters to stage what amounted to six months of guerrilla mayhem designed to overthrow his sanity, he didnt imagine Sybil would.

Yet to his surprise she looked down, and picked at her shawls fringe. Actually She strung the word out, then glanced up at him. I think its because of what happened to the Hardesty girls.

The Hardesty girls? He halted, frowned, struggling to place them. The Hardestys of Helston Grange?

Sybil nodded. Robert Hardesty-Lord Hardesty now his father is dead-went to London last September, and came home with a wife.

Gervases recollection of Robert Hardesty was of a wet-behind-the-ears whelp, but that memory was more than twelve years old. Robert must bewhat? Twenty-five?

Twenty-six, I believe.

A trifle young for marriage perhaps, yet if, as I suppose, he has his sisters to establish, a wife seems a sensible addition to his household. His sisters futures rated as one of the many reasons he himself felt compelled to wed. Gervase tried to recall the Hardesty girls, but drew a blank. His sisters are about Belindas age, arent they?

A year or two older-eighteen and seventeen. Everyone thought Melissa and Katherine would be presented this past Season, and with Robert marryingwell, we all imagined that the new Lady Hardesty-a young widow said to have been a London beauty-would, naturally, take the girls under her wing.

From Sybils tone it was clear the generally held expectations hadnt been met. What happened?

Robert brought his lady home just before Christmas. Sybils rosebud lips tightened into an expression of severe disapprobation. In January, with the snows still blocking the roads, Robert dispatched Melissa and Katherine to visit their aunt in York. It seemed his new wife wanted time to settle into her new life without the distraction of having to deal with the girls. However, its now July and the girls are still in York. Meanwhile, Lady Hardesty spent the Season in London, then returned to the Grange a week ago with a bevy of London friends in tow. I understand shes told Robert that it would not be wise to have the girls return home while they have so many London gentlemen under their roof.

Gervase stood before the fireplace staring at Sybil while he grappled with the implied connection. Then he blinked. Am I to understand Lifting his head, he looked past Sybil, trying to see the Hardesty story from his sisters perspective. They cant possibly be equating me with Robert Hardesty.

His tone made it clear he found the notion inconceivable. He refocused on Sybils face in time to meet her widening eyes.

Well, of course they are, dear. The parallels are rather obvious.

He felt his face harden. No. Theyre not. He paused, then growled, Good God! They cant seriously imagine-

He broke off and looked toward the main door as it opened to admit his half sisters. Hed sent for them the instant hed stalked into his front hall, having been met in the castle forecourt by Gregson, the local bailiff, with the news that the three had been discovered creeping away from the mill just after midnight. Subsequently, it had been discovered that the mill was no longer functional.

Despite the best efforts of the miller, it still wasnt.

In the wake of the string of strange accidents that had plagued the estate for the past six months, Gervase and Gregson had set up a secret watch. But the very last culprits theyd expected to catch were the three schoolgirls who marched into the room.

Belinda, the eldest, led the small procession. At sixteen she was already taller than Sybil and bade fair to turn mens heads with her lustrous light brown hair and long, long legs. But if the expression on her heart-shaped face was any guide, any man would have his hands full with her. Defiant determination oozed from every pore and flashed in her hazel eyes.

She lifted her chin as she halted behind the chaise, facing Gervase, meeting his hard gaze with her own Tregarth stubbornness.

Annabel, fairer in coloring, with almost blond hair and blue eyes, ranged alongside Belinda. There was less than a year between them, and barely an inch; while Belinda had started to wear her hair up, Annabel was content to let her long pale tresses ripple over her shoulders in a romantic veil.

Gervase met Annabels eyes, and saw the same trenchant purpose infusing Belinda repeated there.

Increasingly wary, he shifted his gaze to the third and youngest of the three, lowering it to her sweet, delicate face, still very much that of a child. Jane was barely ten, and had always been devoted to him. Confined in neat plaits on either side of her small face, her hair was a darker brown than the others, more his coloring, but her eyes were Sybils blue.

Meeting those usually innocent orbs, Gervase was faintly stunned to encounter unwavering, resolute determination-further accentuated by the set of her little chin.