there, hands folded behind his head, studying her. Drat the man, he was too observant. She never could hide much from him.
“Lizzy?” he murmured, and she heard the silent question in his voice.
“I only came to find you, to see if you might need anything.”
“Well, here you are,” her brother drawled, sounding amused. “Risking life and limb to check on me and my aching head. Isn’t that what you claimed?”
“Indeed. How is your head?”
“I took a sulphur tonic and it is much improved.”
Curling her lips, she said, “I thought I smelt something foul upon entering this room, but felt it was impolite and far too personal to point it out.”
Adrian laughed again and she heard him settling back onto his pillows. “And what of the other questions, Lizzy?”
She never could fool Adrian. There was a time, when she was much younger, that Adrian had been nothing but a thorn in her side. He’d been mean, taunting, but then he had grown quite ill, and was whisked away by their father to a remote estate. It had taken months for him to heal from his ailment, and when she had next seen him, he had been a changed man. Kind and thoughtful. Protective without being overbearing, and so very, very understanding of her needs. She had been completely blind upon his return, and she frequently lamented the fact that she could not see his face. See the man he had become.
“Let’s have the real reason, Lizzy. Out with it.”
Shrugging, she fidgeted with her hands. “I came to ask about Lucy. I wondered, with the events of the morning, how she was. She seemed rather determined to avoid the topic with me.”
He sighed. “I sent her home with a footman to protect her. I read the note to you, so you know the bastard might have just as easily killed her—the redhead in the note, no doubt—as opposed to Anastasia. And the thought of it chills me to the core.”
“Yes, Anastasia,” Lizzy murmured, thinking of the lady who had been murdered and presented to them in the back garden. “Imagine, Lucy crossing paths with that monster.”
“I’d rather not. I’ve barely slept thinking of it, and how it might have been her, her red hair spilling from the wheelbarrow, the bruises on her lovely neck.”
“She is safe, and I have no doubt she will remain thus. She seemed unnerved to me. I doubt she will go searching for trouble, or any of those occult meetings and séances she has been dabbling in.”
“I shall have to find a way to believe as you do. But, Lizzy, I’m terrified. I have only you to confess it to, but I’m frightened to the marrow of my bones that this man we hunt might strike again before we find him. He knows so much about us—the Brethrens, our father….”
“As to that, I have questions, Adrian.”
“I knew you would.”
“What did you tell the servants about Anastasia?”
“I lied, of course. Said that she was an actress from the opera who took an unnatural fixation with me. She killed herself because I would not have her. Seems a bit vain and sanctimonious, but the staff knows that I am nothing if not a stickler for proprieties. They believed my reluctance to begin an affair with an opera dancer. They accepted what I told them, and will carry on in their service, and silence, as they always have.”
“But you were saddened by the tale. I hear it in your voice even now.”
“I wish I did not have to malign her reputation after death. Seemed such a cruel, unforgiving thing to do, to claim her to be something she was not, just to save my reputation.”
“Not only your reputation, but the knowledge of the Guardians. She would understand, I think, Adrian.”
“Yes. She would. She was that sort of woman. I only regret that she knew such suffering in her life.”
“She was Father’s mistress?” she guessed. The woman would have known no kindness, no softness from their father. No man was more cold, more unforgiving than him.
“I heard your gasp when I announced her name. I thought perhaps you knew her, or of her.”
“No, I didn’t. I guess it was merely a sound of shock. Father never struck me as the sort to keep a woman. How did she bear it, do you think, suffering and enduring him?”
“Theirs was a strange relationship. She loved him. And in his own way, I think he … cared for her. His style of caring, anyway.”
“I never knew. Never saw her, or heard him speak of her.”
“Wives and daughters are not supposed to learn of a man’s mistress, Lizzy.”
“You did.”
“That was … different.” His voice was quieter, more mysterious now. “Circumstances beyond my control, I’m afraid. I shielded the secret from you because I knew it would hurt you, cause you pain when you thought of your—our mother being betrayed.”
“I never knew, yet somehow, whoever killed this woman put a connection together between you and her.”
“To Father, and by extension me. God only knows how he discovered Ana’s connection to the house of York. Because of it, I’ve added extra security within the house, and outside. I won’t leave you vulnerable, Lizzy, while I am trying to solve this mystery.”
“Yes, of course. Very unnerving to discover what happened this morning, and on our own doorstep. Poor Anastasia, I hope she’s at peace and did not suffer much.”
“You seem to be bearing up rather well, considering the circumstances.”
Lizzy shrugged. She was hiding it well, she supposed. But it was rather unnerving to be blind. How would she tell if anything was out of place? How would she know if an intruder had gained entrance into her home, or loomed over her while she was asleep, with a knife pressed to her throat?
“Lizzy, what is really on your mind?”
Frowning, she tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. “She was helping you, wasn’t she—with this Guardian business? You allowed Anastasia to assist you.”
“I didn’t ask her to, Lizzy,” Adrian said softly. “She wanted to and would brook no refusal. She informed me that she had a direct entrance into the club, that her lover knew Orpheus. I agreed to it because it’s been the closest we’ve gotten to him, except for Alynwick’s—” Her brother coughed, stopping midsentence.
“Alynwick’s what?” she demanded.
“He has, er, a connection to someone who frequents the club.”
“Some notorious tart, I’d wager,” Lizzy said haughtily, but the bitterness in her voice betrayed her true feelings. Damn Iain for making her still feel anything for him. “It must be Lady Larabie, then.”
“What? How can you know of that?”
“Oh, come, brother, I am blind, not stupid or hard of hearing. I heard the gossip about him and the newly wed Lady Larabie. I also learned there was to be a duel. From the sounds of him this morning, he must have escaped it unscathed.”
“Lizzy.”
“No matter. Alynwick’s life and what debauchery he makes of it is none of my concern. What do I care if he is killed for his adulterous deeds? Good riddance, I would say. The scroll he keeps as part of the Guardians’ treasure could easily be given to you or Black, and instead of three Brethren there could be two perfectly capable souls.”
“What is it with you two? If it isn’t him demanding that I keep you out of matters, it’s you voicing your distaste for the fellow. What happened to make you notice one another, when you have never bothered with each other before now?”
Elizabeth felt herself stiffen. Adrian was coming too close to the truth.