Grace Burrowes - Ethan: Lord of Scandals

Where in the bloody, benighted, perishing hell are my sons?

Rage and fear drove the exhaustion from Ethan Greys bones as he tore open closets and peered under beds in what had become the boys dormitory at Belle Maison.

Jeremiah! Joshua! He tried to keep the panic from his voice, but hed just ridden through a gale-force storm, and it was no kind of night for two little boys to be abroad alone. A long, deafening crack of thunder drowned out Ethans bellows, and lightning illuminated the room.

All four little beds were empty, the sheets rumpled.

God in heaven, could his sons have taken off with John and Ford and decided to sleep in a tree house tonight of all nights? Ethan had seen a tree hit by lightning before his very eyes not an hour past, and the idea of his sons wandering around at this hour, in this weather

I thought I heard you, came a pleasant baritone from the doorway.

Ethan crossed the room in three strides and glared at his younger brother. I leave my children here with you, Nicholas, so they can get to know their uncle, and I come back to find its damned near midnight, theyre nowhere to be found, and youve lost not one but four little boys. Well?

More thickly muscled and even taller than Ethan, Nick yet managed to project a benevolence Ethan would never possess. The children are safe. Come, Ill show you.

Safe The word registered, but the empty beds had registered first.

The storm has all the children awake, Nick went on easily, but he cast a curious glance over his shoulder at his older brother. Im surprised you decided to travel tonight.

I told you Id be here tonight. In truth, Ethan had told his sons hed be back to Belle Maison on this specific date. At five and six, Joshua and Jeremiah were literalists with faultless memories. If Ethan expected them to keep their wordand he didthen he was hell-bent on keeping his word to them.

You said youd be back. Nick paused outside another door on the third floor. He signaled Ethan to wait, conferred momentarily with the footman at the end of the corridor, then returned to the door. But unless I miss my guess, youve ruined a fine pair of boots, put yourself in a foul humor, and are likely courting lung fever as well.

Ethans retort was cut off by Nicks motion for silence. Slowly, Nick opened the door then gestured for Ethan to peek through.

He saw a bedroom apparently used for nannies and governesses, but a well-appointed room nonetheless. The fire had been built up, and there on the hearth rug were his two sons, one on each side of some governess-type female. She sported a gray dress, a book in her lap, glasses on her nose, and a bunned-up coiffure that did not countenance disorder from a single dark hair.

Two more little boys flanked Joshua and Jeremiah. Nicks wife sat across the rug from the governess, an arm around the Belmonts daughter, Priscilla.

And the big, nasty wolf, the governess said, who had very malodorous breath from eating a deal of onions with his supper, said, I shall bite off your toes and bite off your noses

Wolves dont eat onions, Jeremiah interjected.

On their steaks, they do, and this wolf liked them in his lamb and mutton sandwiches too.

What was his name? Joshua asked. The wolf. He has to have a name.

We shall call him The governessa drab creature with an unaccountably pretty voiceglanced up from her book at Ethan and Nick in the doorway. Mr. Grey. Good evening.

Papa? Joshua and Jeremiah were on their feet, and Joshua had even taken a few running steps toward Ethan when Jeremiahs hand shot out and grabbed his little brothers nightshirt.

Hello, Papa, Jeremiah said, his voice quavering. Uncle Nick said we might have more stories because of the storm. Priscilla was frightened.

Of course you must have more stories tonight. Nick ambled into the room and lowered himself to sit beside his countess. Your aunt Leah wasnt frightened, but I was a little nervous. She decided if she was going to read me stories, you children should have a few extra as well.

Ethan realized his sons were watching him warily, as were the other boys, and the girl; even Nick and Leah seemed to be regarding him with some caution. The governess, however, merely blinked at him through her spectacles and bent her head to the book.

She ran her finger down the page. This wolf with the predilection for onions, he might like us to get on with the story. We were reaching the part he likes best.

Papa? Jeremiah stood before his father, back more militarily straight than any six-year-old should stand, his hand still clutching his brothers nightshirt.

Ethan tried for a smile, telling himself he was glad they were safe, glad thered been an innocent explanation for his sons wandering the house at a late hour. Of course you may finish the story. Ill see you both in the morning. My regards to the wolf. He nodded in the general direction of the women and children, then at Nick, and turned to leave.

Ill walk with you, Nick said, rising in one smooth movement. I am still afraid of the storm and require company on my way to my bed. Children, let Miss Portman get her rest; Leah, I will wait up for you, and I have sworn off onions for life.

He blew his wife a kiss, growled at the boys, bowed to Priscilla, and waved to the governess. Had there been a dog in the room, Nick would likely have scratched its cheerfully proffered belly before he took his leave.

My apologies for interrupting the fairy-tale festival, Ethan said as they traversed the house to the second floor. His bootsa pair hed just broken in to his satisfactionwere squishing. Walking the last two miles rather than riding a panicked horse was likely to ruin ones footwear.

You reassured your sons you were safely home, Nick said, and you would have been welcome to join us, you know. Miss Portman does the best job with the old standards. Makes me wish I were a little boy.

You are a little boy. Youre just the largest little boy in the realm. He eyed Nicks great golden length as they approached his bedroom, and got a complacent nod for his comment.

Was there something you wanted, Nicholas? Ethan asked, opening the door. He saw a footman setting up screens by the fire, indicating Nick had ordered him a bath.

Some time with my brother, perhaps? Nick suggested, following Ethan into the room uninvited. Theres food on the way up, too, and you dont need to tell me the roads were horrible.

A tree was hit by lightning not fifty feet from the road. Ethan squished over to the fireplace and settled into a cushioned chair, which would no doubt bear stains from where his damp fundament came to rest. Argus nearly tossed me in the ditch, and I walked him in hand from that point.

He started tugging on his boots, only to feel a stabbing ache in his back brought on by walking in the mud, being cold and wet for hours, and having gone without decent sleep for more nights than he could count.

Allow me. Nick grasped the heel and toe of one boot and gave a stout tug. The boot barely moved, so Nick turned around, stepped over Ethans calf, and tugged more firmly. By degrees, the wet boot gave up its hold on Ethans equally soaked foot. The second boot was no easier, and in truth, Ethan wasnt sure he could have gotten them off himself.

My thanks. Ethan rosecarefullyand hung his wet waistcoat over the back of a chair. Shouldnt you be in bed with your wife?

We were in bed, then we heard the patter of little feeteven over the thunder. Leah thought she heard Priscilla get out of bed. When we went to investigate, we found the boys were all awake, two to a bed, so Miss Portman hailed them across the hall for a story.