âMax,â she managed at last,
opening her eyes and raising her head, âwill you not remove your mask?â
Angel found she longed to see his face.
He shook his head slightly. âBetter you remember me as I am nowâyour unknown cavalier, the man who is bewitched by your beauty. I would not have you think of me as I really am.â
Angel did not have the first idea of what to make of his words. Her brain seemed to be fully occupied in dealing with her heightened senses and the odd reactions of her body. It had never betrayed her like this. Why on earth�
His mouth descended on hers with the softness of a butterfly alighting on a flower. The last vestiges of rational thought deserted her. She wantedâ¦she wanted so much more. She reached her arms up to him and pulled him closer, returning a manâs kiss for the first time in her life.
âI f I must take another husband, I suppose I could always marry Cousin Frederick.â
Lady Charlotte stared at her niece with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. She looked as if she had suddenly been confronted by a very bad smell. âIf I thought for one moment that you might do such a wicked thing, Angelina⦠Why, even you would deserve to be locked in the round tower till you came to your senses.â
Her niece rose swiftly from her spoon-back chair by the fireplace and came to sit on the sofa beside her aunt, taking the old ladyâs wrinkled hands in her own smooth white ones and stroking them reassuringly. âDearest Aunt, there is no need to threaten me with the tower. It is enough to hear you call me âAngelinaâ to know that I have offended you. I was only bamming you, I promise. You know I am in no hurry to marry again.â She managed to suppress the involuntary shudder that accompanied the word. âI would certainly never marry another man called âFrederickâ,â she went on, assuming a teasing tone.
âHmph,â snorted the old lady. âYou should not jest about Cousin Frederick and his family, Angel. Theyâre a bad lot, every last one of âem. And Iâm sure they would all be delighted to see you dead and buried.â
âAunt! You must not speak so. Truly, you must not. Especially of a man we have never met.â
âDonât need to meet him,â Lady Charlotte said roundly. âKnowing your Great-uncle Augustus was quite enough for me, even if he was family. Never known a man so full of greed and envy. Couldnât ever accept the fact that his son remained plain Mr Rosevale while your father inherited all three titles.â Lady Charlotte had no qualms about speaking ill of the dead.
Angel tried another tack. âWell, Cousin Frederick should be happy at last. After all, he is Lord Penrose now.â She smiled conspiratorially.
âMinx! If I didnât know you so well, I might have believed you meant that. What good is the earldom to Cousin Frederick when all the money and almost all the land goes with the barony? And to a mere slip of a girl at that?â She returned Angelâs wicked smile with interest.
Angel dropped her gaze, trying to look like a demure young miss. She failed, as usual. âHe does have a seat in the House of Lords, Aunt Charlotte. Perhaps that will be some consolation to him.â
âI doubt it. The only law he would wish to enact would be to prohibit inheritance in the female line. Besides, he probably cannot afford to take his seat. It would not do for the Earl of Penrose to be threadbare.â
Angel tried not to smile at the picture her auntâs words had conjured up. Cousin Frederick, now the Earl of Penrose, had inherited a small impoverished estate in Cornwall, a seat in the Lordsâand nothing else. As long as Angel and her aunt were alive, Frederick would have only an empty title.
But if Angel died without an heir, he stood to inherit everything.
âI think it is time we mended the feud, Aunt. After all, Frederick is head of the family now. We cannot refuse to receive him.â
âNothing of the sort,â said the old lady. âThere are two families now. You hold the barony. As Lady Rosevale, you are head of the Rosevale family. Frederick may out-rank you, being an Earl, but his is still the cadet branch. Let him head his own family. There is no need for us to receive him. No need at all. I, for one, shall never speak to him. It is impossible.â
Angel shook her head at her auntâs stubbornness. The Rosevale family was notorious for its short tempers and prolonged feuds, but neither her father nor her aunt had ever been prepared to explain the origins of this one. âAunt,â she said, âI must ask you to tell me why Papa quarrelled with Great-uncle Augustus.â