Cynster - The Promise In A Kiss Part 6

Although he remained relaxed, elegantly at ease, a frown had darkened his eyes. They searched hers, but she'd learned long ago to keep her secrets.

His gaze sharpened; he reached for her hand."Mignonne-"

"There you are, Sebastian."

He looked up; Helena did, too. She felt his fingers close about her hand-he didn't let go as a lady, a large English lady with a round face framed by brown ringlets, swept forward. She was so weighted down by jewelry one barely noticed the odd shade of her gown. Helena thought she heard Sebastian sigh.

The lady halted before the chaise. Slowly, his very slowness an indication of his displeasure, Sebastian uncrossed his long legs and rose. Helena rose with him.

"Good evening, Almira." He waited. Somewhat belatedly, Almira bobbed him a curtsy. Inclining his head in reply, he glanced at Helena. "My dear comtesse, allow me to present Lady Almira Cynster. My sister-in-law."

Helena met his gaze, read his irritation very clearly, then looked to the lady.

"Almira-the comtesse d'Lisle."

Again Sebastian waited; so did Helena. With ill-concealed annoyance and little grace, Almira curtsied again. Her temper prodded, Helena smiled sweetly and showed her how the curtsy should have been performed.

Straightening, she caught an appreciative gleam in Sebastian's eyes.

"I understand St. Ives has been introducing you around." Her gaze flat and cold, Lady Almira surveyed her-blatantly, rudely.

"Monsieur le duc has been most kind."

Lady Almira's lips tightened. "Indeed. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting monsieur le comte d'Lisle."

Helena smiled serenely. "I am not married."

"Oh. I thought-" Lady Almira broke off, genuinely puzzled.

"Under French law, in the absence of male heirs, the comtesse inherited the t.i.tle from her father."

"Ah." If anything, Almira looked even more puzzled. "So you're not married?"

Helena shook her head.

Almira's face darkened; she turned to Sebastian. "Lady Orcott is asking after you."

Sebastian raised one brow. "Indeed?"

His retort made it clear he was totally uninterested.

"She's been searching for you."

"Dear me. If you come across her, do point her this way."

Helena bit her tongue. Sebastian's caustic retort had no discernible effect on his sister-in-law.

Almira shifted, facing Sebastian fully, giving Helena her shoulder. "I wanted to tell you-Charles has started climbing stairs. He's growing st.u.r.dier by the day. You must call and see him."

"How fascinating." Sebastian shifted his hold on Helena's fingers; raising her hand, he glanced her way. "I believe, my dear, that Lady March is signaling us." He flicked a glance at Almira. "You must excuse us, Almira."

It was a command not even Almira could miss. Disgruntlement clear in her face, she bobbed a curtsy to them both and stepped back. "I'll expect you in the next few days."

With that piece of impertinence, she turned on her heel and swept away.

Along with Sebastian, Helena watched her go. "Is Lady March-whom I have never met-truly signaling us?"

"No. Come, let's go this way."

They strolled again; Helena glanced at his face, at his politely bored mask. "Lady Almira's son-is he the one who will eventually inherit your t.i.tle?"

Not a flicker of emotion showed in his face. He glanced down at her, then looked ahead. And said nothing.

Helena raised her brows faintly and asked no more.

They merged with the throng, then another large, lean, darkly elegant gentleman spied them and moved to intercept them. Or rather, he spied Sebastian. Only when he stepped free of the crowd did he see her.

The gentleman's eyes lit; he smiled and swept her a leg almost as graceful as Sebastian's.

Sebastian sighed. "My dear comtesse, allow me to present my brother, Lord Martin Cynster."

"Enchante, mademoiselle." Martin took the hand she offered and raised it to his lips. "Little wonder my brother's been so hard to find."

His smile was open, amused, and devil-may-care. Helena smiled back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord."

Martin was considerably younger than Sebastian, yet from his manner it was clear he stood in no awe of one whom all others she'd thus far met approached with a degree of circ.u.mspection.

"I had meant to ask," Sebastian drawled, drawing Martin's gaze from her, "whether you had recovered from your night at f.a.n.n.y's."

Martin flushed. "How the dev-deuce-did you hear about that?"

Sebastian merely smiled.

"If you must know," Martin continued, "I ended the night ahead. Dashed woman marks the cards, though-take my word for it."

"She always has."

Martin blinked. "Well, you might have warned me."

"And spoil your fun? I'm not such a curmudgeon and am no longer, thank G.o.d, your keeper."

Martin grinned. "It was fun, I must admit. Took me awhile to see through her tricks."

"Indeed." Sebastian glanced at Helena. "But I fear we're boring Mlle d'Lisle."

"Well, this isn't exactly a scintillating venue." Martin turned to Helena. "It's a pity you've arrived so late in the year, too late for Vauxhall or Ranelagh. Mind you, there's old Lady Lowy's masquerade coming up-that's always a night to remember."

"Ah, yes, I believe we have a card. The costumes will be intriguing."