ship has sailed?” Tarvek demanded, his voice pitched low.
The tall, slender gentleman nodded, turning to regard his companion, and Emma’s breath tangled in her throat. Good God. There was no mistaking he was Dimitri’s father. It was in the chiseled perfection of his profile and arrogant thrust of his jaw.
Not that he could claim Dimitri’s stunning beauty, she decided. There was a frigid lack of emotion in his eyes and a repellent sneer that twisted his thin lips. He reminded her of a snake. Cold, lethal and willing to strike without remorse.
“It departed on schedule,” he was assuring his companion. “Soon it will arrive in London with our tender cargo.”
Tarvek rubbed his fat hands together in a gesture that Emma remembered with a quiver of disgust.
“Tender, indeed,” he husked. “I hope that our English friends were fortunate in their hunting. The last lot they delivered was barely tolerable.”
Emma frowned in puzzlement. Tender? Hunting? Were they transporting live game? And if so, why would they go to such an effort to discuss their business so far from the other guests?
Dimitri’s father shrugged. “They were not of the finest quality, but they brought a tidy profit.”
“For you, perhaps,” Tarvek growled. “My allotment was not nearly so generous.”
“It is my ship that hauls the cargo and my crew who protects our investments. It was agreed I should have the larger profit.” The older count slashed his hand through the air in a gesture of disdain. “Besides, you contributed only two of the females for our last shipment.”
Tarvek shifted uneasily. “I cannot always control Sergei.”
“It is unfortunate, but not my concern,” Nevskaya said, his cold voice sending a chill of horror down Emma’s spine.
With a gasp, she grabbed at the bush, feeling her knees threaten to buckle.
God almighty. The cargo was not wild game.
They were speaking of girls. Sweet, helpless children they considered of no more worth than animals.
And what did Tarvek mean that Sergei could not be controlled? Her stomach rolled at the mere thought.
“You should at least be pleased with my latest offerings,” the villain said, a nasty smile of anticipation curving his lips. “Those were three of the most succulent females I have ever captured. It’s a pity that they will be wasted on a boorish Englishman. Any man who would willingly live on that soggy island is barely more than a savage.”
Emma’s disgust was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of fury. Was Anya one of the three women? Was she even now being hauled far away from Russia? Her hands clenched. If she had a gun she would have shot both the monsters in the back.
Nevskaya laughed, unaware of the woman behind him plotting his imminent murder.
“So long as they fulfill their part of the bargain then I do not care if they mold in their dreary homes.”
Lost in her violent imaginings, Emma was unaware of the shadow looming behind her, or the faint crunch of gravel beneath an approaching boot. It was not until a hand clapped over her mouth and a masculine arm wrapped around her waist that she realized the dangers of her distraction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
IGNORING THE FRANTIC struggles of the woman held tightly in his arms, Dimitri hauled her away from his father and Tarvek. In truth, she was fortunate that the need to avoid attention kept him from tossing her in the nearby river.
He ground his teeth, his temper still smoldering at the sight of her crouched behind the bush, mere steps away from two of the most savage creatures to roam St. Petersburg’s streets.
The aggravating wench was clearly determined to put him in an early grave.
“You will not be satisfied until you have managed to get that lovely throat slit, will you, moya dusha,” he rasped close to her ear, rounding the corner of the palace where his horse and carriage waited.
With a jerk of her head, she managed to dislodge the hand he had clamped across her mouth.
“How dare you follow me?”
Dimitri conveniently ignored the fact he had not only followed her to the palace, but that he had scoured the damned place from the attics to the cellars before he had at last caught sight of her behind the bush.
He was not prepared to admit how desperate he had been to find her, not even to himself.
“Such vanity,” he mocked. “Do you believe I am so taken with you I must trail behind you like a hungry stray?”
“I think you are the most irritating, arrogant, utterly vexing man I have ever had the misfortune to meet,” she hissed.
He tightened his arms around her slender body, taking grim pleasure in the feel of her squirming form pressed against him. He was angry, not in his grave. Just having this woman near was enough to stir his desire.
“Careful, Emma, you will quite turn my head with such flattery.”
“How did you find me?”
“I was searching for my father when I recognized a luscious backside where it did not belong,” he glibly dissembled. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you were discovered.”
“And so you charged to my rescue?”
“It is an unfortunate habit I seem to have acquired.”
“And one you can leave off at any moment,” she tartly informed him.
“Ah, if only it were that simple.” He caught the gaze of his waiting driver and gave a nod of his head. Instantly, the carriage rolled forward.
“It is,” she challenged. “Put me down.”
“I have not yet completed my rescue,” he said, reaching to yank open the door and tossing his wiggling bundle inside. Then, with a smooth motion, he was on the leather seat beside her, slamming shut the door.
“What are you—” Emma’s angry words were forgotten as the carriage jerked into motion, racing over the cobblestones at a brisk pace. “Stop this carriage at once.”
His lips twisted at her imperious tone. “I realize you are accustomed to giving commands in your isolated kingdom, Emma Linley-Kirov, but I am not one of your subjects.”
Anger flashed through her magnificent eyes, but she was wise enough to realize he would not be bullied. Instead, she nervously shifted into the corner of the seat, as if that paltry space could dim the awareness prickling between them.
“Please, Dimitri,” she stiffly pleaded. “Vanya will be frantic with concern if I disappear.”
He shifted to face her directly, his leg stretched outward to prevent any attempt at escape. God knew she was idiotic enough to risk throwing herself out of a moving carriage.
“Word will be sent to Vanya that you are in my care.”
Her lips thinned. “And that is supposed to reassure her?”
“Certainly it is preferable to having you left to your own devices, creating chaos among the fine citizens of St. Petersburg.”
She muttered something beneath her breath that Dimitri suspected was comparing him to midden heap and glanced out the window, her brows drawing together at the elegant shops of the Gostiny Dvor they passed at a shocking speed.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I merely wished to speak with you in private.” He diverted her question.
“Why?”
“What did you overhear between Tarvek and my father?”
She jerked, her eyes widening at his abrupt question.