Chapters (25)
- Cover
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- A Sneak Peek at Under a Vampire Moon
- About the Author
- By Lynsay Sands
- About the Publisher
“He is not strange,” Lisa hissed, lowering her voice to avoid drawing attention their way as he dragged her through the terrace doors and back inside. “And do stop pulling me about like a recalcitrant child. You are acting like a jealous ass and causing a scene.”
Robert eased his hold and slowed so that it looked less like he was dragging her and more like he was walking her. He then paused and turned to eye her solemnly. “I am not jealous, Lisa. But after what happened today, you should not be wandering outside with anyone. For all we know, Lord Findlay is the suitor Mrs. Morgan was procuring you for. Any one of the men here tonight could be. You must be careful.”
Lisa blinked in surprise at the reminder of her narrow escape that day. Not that she’d forgotten it, but it hadn’t occurred to her that she might still be in danger. She’d just assumed that with that day’s plot foiled, it was done. Perhaps that had been naïve, but . . . Grimacing, she nodded reluctantly in understanding. “Very well. I shall be more cautious, Robert.”
“Yes, you will. Because I shall ensure it,” he said firmly, starting to walk again.
“What do you mean, you shall ensure it?” she asked warily, keeping her voice low as he led her through the ball attendees.
“I had a talk with Richard and Daniel and we have made arrangements to keep you safe until we find this so-called suitor.”
“You told Richard and Daniel about today?” Lisa asked in almost a squeal of horror.
“They had to be made aware of the situation to help keep you safe,” he said firmly.
“Christ,” she muttered with disgust and thought that the last of the drugged drink must be finally wearing off. She was definitely feeling her emotions again, mostly mortification at her sisters’ husbands knowing about her ordeal that day.
“Did you just cuss?”
Lisa blinked and noted that Robert had stopped walking and was now staring down at her with shock. Lifting her chin, she glared back at him defiantly. “And what if I did? I am not a child, Robert. I may cuss if I wish. And I will go out on the terrace with who I wish, and—what arrangements?” she interrupted herself to ask suddenly as those words sank through her brain.
“I shall be staying at the Radnor townhouse and watching over you day and night to help keep you safe until this situation is resolved,” he announced calmly.