The Sum Of All Kisses Part 36

"What the h.e.l.l-"

But Daniel's shout was cut off by the Marquess of Ramsgate, who ran in from the hall, hurling himself through the doorway and onto Daniel's back.

"Get off me, you b.l.o.o.d.y-"

Sarah tried to jump into the fray, but Hugh yanked her back with the hand she had so recently freed. She shook him loose and ran toward her cousin, only to be knocked down by Lord Ramsgate's shoulder as Daniel spun him around, trying to dislodge him from his back.

"Sarah!" Hugh cried out. He was pulling so hard at his remaining bindings that the bed started scooting across the floor.

Sarah scrambled to her feet, but Hugh swung his arm out in a wild arc and caught a fistful of her sodden skirt.

"Let go of me," she ground out, tumbling back onto the bed.

He wrapped his arm around her, his fingers still holding her skirt in a death grip. "Not on your b.l.o.o.d.y life."

Daniel, meanwhile, had been unable to get Lord Ramsgate off his back and was now slamming him into the wall. "You b.l.o.o.d.y madman," he grunted. "Get off me."

Sarah grabbed a chunk of her skirt and started pulling in the opposite direction. "He's going to kill your father."

Hugh's eyes met hers with steely disdain. "Let him."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? He'd be hanged!"

"Not with only us as witnesses," Hugh shot back.

Sarah gasped and gave her skirt another yank, but Hugh had her in an astonishingly firm grip. She tried to twist out of his grasp, and that was when she saw Daniel's face going terrifyingly periwinkle. "He's choking him!" she screamed, and Hugh must have looked up, because he let go of her skirt so abruptly that Sarah went skidding across the room, barely able to maintain her balance.

"Get off him!" she yelled, grabbing at Lord Ramsgate's shirt. She looked around for something-anything-with which to bash him over the head. The only chair was far too heavy to lift, so with a quick prayer, she balled her hand into a fist and swung hard.

"Ow!" She howled in pain and shook out her fist. No one had told her that punching a man in the face hurt.

"Jesus Christ, Sarah!" It was Daniel, gasping for breath and clutching his eye.

She'd punched the wrong man.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she yelped. But at least she'd set the human tower off balance. Lord Ramsgate had been forced to let go of Daniel's neck as both men tumbled to the floor.

"I'll kill you," Lord Ramsgate growled, scrambling back over to Daniel, who was in no condition to defend himself.

"Stop it," Sarah snapped, stepping hard on Lord Ramsgate's hand. "If you kill him, you kill Hugh."

Lord Ramsgate looked up at her, and she couldn't tell if he was confused or furious.

"I lied," came Hugh's voice from over on the bed. "I did tell her about our bargain."

"Did you stop to think about that?" Sarah demanded. Because she had had it with these men. "Did you?" she fairly screamed.

Lord Ramsgate held up his hand-the one that she was not crunching under her boot-in supplication. Slowly, Sarah lifted her weight, not taking her eyes off him until he'd scooted several feet away from Daniel.

"Are you all right?" she asked Daniel perfunctorily. The skin under his eye was turning purple. He was not going to look pretty for his wedding.

He grunted in response.

"Good," she said, deciding that his grunt had sounded healthy enough. And then it occurred to her. "Where are Marcus and Honoria?"

"Somewhere behind me in a carriage," he said furiously. "I rode."

Of course, Sarah thought. She didn't know why it had not occurred to her that he would insist upon riding after her once it was discovered that she'd departed without them.

"I think you broke my hand," Lord Ramsgate whined.

"It's not broken," Sarah said testily. "I would have heard it snap."

From over on the bed, Hugh let out a choke of laughter. Sarah shot him a scowl. This wasn't funny. None of this was funny. And if he couldn't see that, he was not the man she thought he was. Gallows humor only counted when one wasn't at actual gallows.

Swiftly, she turned to her cousin. "Do you have a knife?"

Daniel's eyes widened.

"For his bindings."

"Oh." Daniel reached into his boot and pulled out a small dagger. She took it with some surprise; she hadn't really thought she'd meet with success.

"I acquired the habit of carrying a weapon in Italy," Daniel said in a flat voice.

Sarah nodded. Of course he would have done. That was when Lord Ramsgate had had trained a.s.sa.s.sins hunting him down. "Don't move," she snapped at the marquess, and she stalked across the room to Hugh.

"I would recommend that you not move, either," she said, and she walked around to the far side of the bed to saw through the rope that immobilized his left hand. She was about halfway through the fibers when she saw Lord Ramsgate begin to rise to his feet. "Eh eh eh!" she screeched, pointing the knife in his direction. "Back on the floor."

He complied.

"You're terrifying me," Hugh murmured. But it sounded like a compliment.

"You could have been killed," she hissed.

"No," he told her, his eyes serious. "I'm the only one he would never touch, remember?"

Her lips parted, but whatever she was going to say evaporated as her mind began to spin.

"Sarah?" Hugh sounded concerned.

He wasn't the only one, she realized. He wasn't the only one.

The last bit of rope snapped, and Hugh pulled his arm to his side, groaning as he ma.s.saged his overstretched shoulder.

"You can do your ankles," Sarah said, just barely remembering to turn the handle out as she gave him the knife. She marched back over to Lord Ramsgate. "Stand up," she ordered.

"You just told me to sit down," he drawled.

Her voice fell to a menacing growl. "You do not want to argue with me right now."

"Sarah," Hugh ventured.

"Quiet," she snapped, not even bothering to turn around. Lord Ramsgate rose to his feet, and Sarah stepped forward until he was backed against the wall. "I want you to listen to me very closely, Lord Ramsgate, because I am only going to say this once. I will marry your son, and in return, you will swear to me that you will leave my cousin alone."

Lord Ramsgate opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah was not yet done. "Furthermore," she said before he could make more than a syllable of sound, "you will not attempt to contact me or any member of my family, and that includes Lord Hugh and any children we might have."

"Now see here-"

"Do you want me to marry him?" Sarah cut in loudly.

Lord Ramsgate's face went red with rage. "Who do you think-"

"Hugh?" she said, holding her hand behind her. "The knife?"

He must have freed his feet, because when he spoke, he was a lot closer than the bed. She turned to look; he was standing a few feet behind her. He said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, Sarah."

He was probably right, blast him. She had no idea what devil had overtaken her, but she was so b.l.o.o.d.y angry right now that she had half a mind to strangle Lord Ramsgate with her bare hands.

"You wanted an heir?" Sarah growled at the marquess. "Fine. I'll give you one or I'll die trying."

Hugh cleared his throat, presumably trying to remind her that this whole c.o.c.kup of a day had started with his predicted demise.

"Not a word out of you, either," she said furiously, swinging around with an irately pointed finger. He was standing just a few feet away, his cane lightly gripped in his hand. "I am sick of you and you and him"-she jerked her head toward Daniel, who was still sitting against the wall, clutching his rapidly blackening eye-"trying to solve things. You're useless, the lot of you. It's been over three years, and the only way you've managed to keep peace is by threatening to kill yourself." She swung back around to face Hugh, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Which you will not do."

Hugh stared at her until he realized he was supposed to speak. "I will not," he said.

"Lady Sarah," Lord Ramsgate said, "I must tell you-"

"Shut up," she snapped. "I have been told, Lord Ramsgate, that you are desirous of an heir. Or should I say an heir beyond the two you already possess."

The marquess gave a terse nod.

"And, in fact, you are so desirous of this heir that Lord Hugh was able to bargain for my cousin's safety with his own life."

"It was an unholy bargain," Lord Ramsgate spat.

"In that we are in agreement," Sarah said, "but I believe you have forgotten an important detail. If, indeed, all you care about is procreation, Lord Hugh's life is worthless without mine."

"Oh, so now you're going to tell me that you are also going to threaten suicide."

"Nothing of the sort," Sarah said with a derisive snort. "But think for a moment, Lord Ramsgate. The only way you can get your precious grandchild is if your son and I remain in good health and happiness. And let me tell you, if you make me unhappy in any manner, I will bar him from my bed."

There was a highly satisfying lurch of silence.

Lord Ramsgate scoffed. "He will be your lord and master. You can't bar him from anywhere."

Hugh cleared his throat. "I wouldn't dream of violating her wishes," he murmured.

"You worthless excuse-"

"You're making me unhappy, Lord Ramsgate," Sarah warned.

Lord Ramsgate let out a furious breath, and Sarah knew she had bested him. "If any permanent harm should ever come to my cousin," she warned, "I swear I will hunt you down and rip you apart with my bare hands."

"I would take her at her word," Daniel said, still gently palpating the skin around his eye.

Sarah crossed her arms. "Do we all understand these terms?"

"I certainly do," Daniel mumbled.

Sarah ignored him, instead stepping closer to Lord Ramsgate. "I am certain you will see that it is a most beneficial solution for all involved parties. You will get what you want-an eventual heir for Ramsgate-and I will get what I want: peace for my family. And Hugh-" Her words came to an abrupt halt as she forced down the bile that threatened her throat. "Well, Hugh doesn't have to kill himself."

Lord Ramsgate held himself preternaturally still. Finally, he said, "If you agree to marry my son and you do not bar him from your bed-and I hope you will trust me when I tell you that I will have spies in your household and I will know if you are not fulfilling your end of the bargain-then I will leave your cousin alone."

"Forever," Sarah added.

Lord Ramsgate gave a quick, bitter nod.

"And you will not attempt to contact my children."

"I cannot agree to that."

"Very well," she acquiesced, since she never expected to win on that point, "I will allow you to see them, but only in my or their father's presence, and at a time and place of our choosing."

Lord Ramsgate shook with rage, but he said, "You have my word."

Sarah turned and looked to Hugh for confirmation.

"On this you can trust him," Hugh said quietly. "For all his cruelty, he does not break his promises."

Then Daniel said, "I have not known him to lie."

Sarah gaped at him.

"He said he was going to try to kill me and he did," Daniel said. "Try, that is."

Sarah's mouth fell open. "This is your endors.e.m.e.nt?"

Daniel shrugged. "Then he said he wouldn't try to kill me, and as far as I know, he didn't."

"How hard did you hit him?" Hugh asked.

Sarah looked down at her hand. Her knuckles were turning purple. Good Lord, and his wedding was in two days. Anne would never forgive her.

"It was worth it," Daniel said, one of his hands making a loopy wave near his face. His head tilted drunkenly to the side as he quirked a brow toward Hugh. "She did it," he said. "What you and I were never able to manage."

"And all she had to do was sacrifice herself," Lord Ramsgate said with an oily smile.