A Lady Unrivaled Read online

  © 2016 by Roseanna M. White

  Published by Bethany House Publishers

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  Ebook edition created 2016

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  Library of Congress Control Number: 2016938542

  ISBN 978-1-4412-3053-9

  Unless otherwise noted Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  Epigraph Scripture quotation is from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of historical reconstruction; the appearances of certain historical figures are therefore inevitable. All other characters, however, are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Cover design by Jennifer Parker

  Cover photography by Mike Habermann Photography, LLC

  Author represented by The Steve Laube Agency

  To David, the real-life Cayton to my Ella.

  You are strong where I am weak,

  bold where I am quiet,

  realistic where I’m a dreamer,

  and yet you dream alongside me every day.

  I’m so glad we get to travel this crazy life side by side.

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Character List

  Epigraph

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  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  Books by Roseanna White

  Back Ads

  Back Cover

  Character List

  Ella’s Family

  Lady Ella Myerston Sister of the Duke of Nottingham. Called Lady Ella.

  Charlotte, the (Dowager) Duchess of Nottingham Ella’s mother. Called Duchess or Duchess of Nottingham by peers, Your Grace by the public, Charlotte by friends.

  Duke and Duchess of Nottingham Ella’s older brother and his wife, Brice and Rowena from The Reluctant Duchess. Called Your Grace by commoners, Duke and Duchess of Nottingham by peers, Brice and Rowena by close friends and family.

  Cayton’s Family

  James Azerly The Earl of Cayton. Called Cayton or Lord Cayton almost exclusively.

  Susan, the (Dowager) Countess of Cayton Cayton’s mother. Called Susan or Lady Cayton.

  Lady Adelaide Azerly Cayton’s infant daughter, called Addie.

  The Countess of Cayton Cayton’s deceased wife, Addie’s mother. Formerly Miss Adelaide Rosten.

  Duke and Duchess of Stafford Brook and Justin from The Lost Heiress. Justin is Cayton’s first cousin. They have one son, William, the Marquess of Abingdon, who is also called Bing.

  Other Characters

  Kira Belova A ballerina in the Ballet Russe (Paris) until a recent knee injury; mistress of Andrei Varennikov. Hired as Lady Pratt’s lady’s maid, using name Sophie Lareau.

  Andrei Varennikov Wealthy Russian mogul living in Paris.

  Catherine, Lady Pratt Widowed viscountess. Called Lady Pratt by most, Catherine or Kitty by friends. Son, Viscount (Byron) Pratt, died as infant.

  Lord Rushworth Catherine’s brother, given name of Crispin. Called Lord Rushworth, Rushworth, or Rush.

  The Earl of Whitby Brook’s father, called Lord Whitby, Whitby, or Whit.

  Dorsey Lord Rushworth’s valet.

  Evans Cayton’s valet; Tabby’s brother.

  Tabby Addie’s nursemaid; Evans’s sister.

  Mrs. Higgins Housekeeper at Anlic Manor.

  Felicity Mrs. Higgins’s niece, maid at Anlic, best friend and childhood companion of Adelaide, the Countess of Cayton.

  Lady Melissa Harrington Brook’s cousin; former romantic interest of Cayton.

  Now hope does not disappoint,because the love of God has been poured outin our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

  —Romans 5:5 NKJV

  One

  THE COTSWOLDS, RALIN CASTLE

  MARCH 1913

  Lady Ella Myerston knew more than everyone thought she did—and more than they thought she should. She pressed her back to the warm stones, sliding silently behind an evergreen hedge to avoid a servant. Breath held, she waited for him to pass before daring to take another step.

  Silence. Silence was absolutely essential if she intended to go unnoticed. One foot carefully down, and then another. Barely breathing. Reaching out inch by inch until her hand closed around the warm metal latch of the door. Victory!

  She pulled open the heavy wooden slab and stole inside. “Drat.” Not the room she’d expected—this door brought her nowhere near the library that had been her aim.

  Well, she was accustomed to such things. Creeping forward along the hall on silent feet, she reviewed her plan of attack. Get into the library. Find the book she needed. Escape back to her chamber before her friends and hosts, the Duke and Duchess of Stafford, were any the wiser. They didn’t need to know that she knew about the diamonds—much less that she intended to intervene before the things could bring more harm to her brother and his expectant wife. If the duke and duchess realized her intent, they’d probably ship her straight back to Midwynd Hall.

  Not acceptable. The rest of them had already paid a steep enough price. They needed a reprieve, and if Ella couldn’t give it to them openly, she would resort to the underhanded.

  A hushed giggle reached her ears, propelling her into the shadowed space behind a suit of armor that looked properly medieval. Not the best hiding place, but the two housemaids who scurried along the corridor didn’t notice her. Their heads were bent together, their giggles pulling a grin onto Ella’s lips too. Probably whispering about some handsome footman or groom. Were she at Midwynd, where she knew all the maids and footmen, she might have joined them.

  Were she not about covert business.

  Once their footsteps had faded, she disentangled herself from the knight’s shadow and resumed her creeping, making it to the library unhindered. A bit anticlimactic, but she would chalk it up as a job well done and get on with it.

  The Stafford library was vast and thorough. Intimidatingly so. She’d known it was big, of course. She’d just forgotten how big.

  Well, there was nothing for it but to dive in and pray no one interrupted her—or noticed her absence from her borrowed bedchamber upstairs. Nothing for it, that is, except for the catalog cabinet nestled in the corner, praise be to the Lord. Ella scurried over to it and flipped through the neatly typed cards in the D drawer.

  Diamonds. Diamonds. Surely they had books on diamonds. Surely if anyone in this world had books on diamonds, it would be . . . “Aha!”
Ella did a little jig . . . and clamped a hand over her mouth when her outburst echoed back to her.

  Some spy.

  But no one came bursting through the carved doors, so she took the direction from the card, shut the drawer, and headed to the appropriate section of shelves. One twelve-foot climb up a ladder later and she had it in her hands. The book she hoped would fill in a few of the blanks that remained after her previous attempts. It would certainly tell her about the rarity and worth of red diamonds. It would tell her where they originated. It would tell her all the scientific, factual data she could ever want.

  What it wouldn’t tell her, she knew, was about the Fire Eyes specifically, and how they had ended up first with Brook and then with Ella’s brother, Brice. It wouldn’t tell her why Brice and Rowena had fought over them so bitterly in the first months of their marriage. It wouldn’t tell her about the curse her sister-in-law had feared would rip apart their world.

  And their world had been ripped.

  Maybe it was the curse, or maybe it was just the people who so greedily searched for the gems her brother had stashed somewhere or another. Ella didn’t much care which was at fault. She just wanted to keep the diamonds from doing any more damage to the people she loved best in the world.

  “Ella? I thought you were resting before our ride.”

  Ella shrieked, spun, barely thinking to clutch the book and its incriminating title to her chest.

  Some spy indeed.

  Brook, Duchess of Stafford, stood just inside the door. Blond hair coiffed, riding habit impeccable, amusement in her gaze. “Désolée. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  At least Ella had the wherewithal to laugh at herself. It would have looked beyond strange to her friend if she hadn’t. “I was going to rest. But a book makes for the better resting, you know.”

  Brook flashed a grin right back. “That it does. What have you selected? Did you find the latest Sherlock Holmes novel I told you about?”

  “Oh.” Ella waved a hand and slid the book around to her back, praying it looked merely dismissive. She headed for the doorway, ready to edge her way around the duchess standing sentinel in it. “No, not yet. You’ve so many books in here, I thought I’d be adventurous.”

  “You always find a way to be.” Brook’s brows lifted. “Though I can’t think what might be in these esteemed shelves that would require hiding it behind your back. What have you? Some cautionary tale your mother had forbidden you to read?”

  “No, nothing like that.” Ella’s laugh wasn’t forced, exactly—though it may have been a bit more nervous than she wanted it to be.

  “Then what?” Brook reached out, fingers wiggling in an unspoken demand. As if Ella were the duchess’s small son, to just hand over whatever forbidden object she had discovered. Not that little Lord Abingdon ever did either, come to think of it.

  Ella lifted her chin. “You can have it when I’m through, but you’ll not be stealing my reading material from me again, thank you very much. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how my copy of The Lost World mysteriously disappeared at Midwynd while you were visiting.”

  Brook laughed—and lunged for her. “Desperate times. Your library is not so well stocked. Come, Ella. Show me!”

  “Never!” Knowing Brook would just think it a game—praying so—Ella squealed a laugh of her own and made a break for it, meaning to sidestep her nosy hostess and make for the door.

  She should have known Brook would be too quick. She spent her days chasing an errant toddler, after all, despite having a team of servants to do it for her. And despite one last shriek of protest on Ella’s part, the duchess pried the book from her hands.

  Ella sighed and turned to face her friend, knowing well what was coming.

  Brook was never one to disappoint. The good humor on her face changed in a flash to temper. “Diamonds.” She lifted narrowed eyes to Ella. “Do tell me you’re just plotting what kind of engagement ring you’d like when you finally decide on a suitor.”

  As if any of those stuffy men in London—who saw her only as a connection to her brother, the Duke of Nottingham—would ever get so far with her as to present a ring. But Ella smiled. “You’re always so astute.”

  Brook blustered out a growl and raised the book in the air as if in testimony to Ella’s insanity. “You know. You know about the Fire Eyes, and your brother is going to kill me for getting you involved in all this, and I’m going to kill him for taking them to begin with after I begged him to leave the trouble to me and Justin, and . . .”

  From there, the rant moved into Monegasque. Had it been French, Ella would have had at least a hope of following, but not Monegasque. She listened for a moment . . . and then tried to snatch at the book Brook wielded like a sword. That just propelled her friend back into English. “You don’t understand, Ella! This is not some . . . some adventure story. It is real, and it is deadly, and I won’t have you involved!”

  Ella stiffened, her chin coming up. “I know perfectly well how real it is, and how deadly. You almost died over those gems. My brother almost died over them, and his wife.”

  Brook visibly drew her emotions back in and took a deep breath. “It was not the diamonds that nearly killed Brice and Rowena.”

  “No.” Ella’s nostrils flared as that ache, still fresh, consumed her. “It was my oldest friend who did it. My oldest friend, with whom I’d spent every day last autumn—and I didn’t see it. I didn’t see what Stella had become.”

  What else hadn’t she seen—didn’t she see?

  “Ella.” Brook slid closer and rested her long, tapered fingers on Ella’s wrist. “You can’t blame yourself for that. No one saw it.”

  No excuse—but there was nothing she could do about the past. Nothing except determine to make the future something different. To pay attention. To do whatever she must to protect her family. “It may have been Stella Abbott who pulled that trigger six months ago—but it was the Rushworths who used her because they wanted the diamonds. The Rushworths who used Rowena. The Rushworths who sent that monstrous Highland laird after her.”

  “And the Rushworths who have retreated altogether now.” The fingers squeezed on her wrist. “They are not even in the country. You needn’t worry.”

  Worry was a waste of time, true. But consideration . . . Consideration wasn’t to be neglected. “They will be back—you know it as well as I. And when they come . . .”

  Ella shook her head and pulled away. “Brice took the diamonds from you because you were just married, starting a family. Now he is the one who will be a father within a few weeks. I’ll not let him pay the price the Fire Eyes seem to demand. I won’t let him or Rowena or their child suffer, not when there just may be something I can do to stop it all.”

  Brook turned back toward the shelf and the ladder Ella had just climbed a few minutes prior. No need for her to check her catalog to know where it belonged. “There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do—not now.”

  “But there is! We can learn, Brook. You, of all people, should know that. We can learn more about the Fire Eyes, about this curse, about why the Rushworths want them and—”

  “Is that why you invited yourself to Ralin?” Temper sparked again as Brook shoved the book back into place with a thud. “Not to visit me, not to give your brother and his wife some time alone before the baby comes—but to snoop around my library?”

  Ella tried on a cheeky grin. “Well, if there’s any library in the world that could help me, it’s yours. You know it’s true.”

  There—a breath of laughter as Brook gained the ground again. “Let it drop, Ella. I beg of you. Let’s just enjoy your time here and forget all about the Fire Eyes. Find your adventure somewhere else, go and get lost in the wood. Imagine a few good stories about the faeries in the hills. Just not the Fire Eyes. S’il te plait.”

  Everyone in her world thought they had to protect her—that she had to be coddled, that she hadn’t the stuff it required to stand up and fight for what she loved
. No one ever listened to her when she tried to speak hope into life—they just assumed her naïve.

  Well, she wasn’t. Perhaps her judgment had proven faulty in the past, but not anymore. And she would prove it. With or without their help.

  “Now.” Brook drew near and wove her arm around Ella’s. “If you’re not going to rest, how about that ride?”

  Her hostess certainly wasn’t going to leave her alone in the library just now, so why not? Ella produced a mischievous smile and let Brook turn her toward the door. “Can I ride Oscuro?”

  Her friend glared, but with a hint of amusement back in the corners of her mouth. “It isn’t my decision, mon amie. It is he who will not allow it. But you can take his sister. Tempesta is nearly as quick.”

  “Ha!” The stallion was indeed finicky about who he would let near. So far as she knew only Brook, Stafford, Brook’s father, and one jockey had ever managed to keep their seat in his saddle. She would, frankly, prefer Tempesta, but appearances must be upheld—so she put a bounce in her step as she headed for the library’s door. She would come back tonight, when everyone else was asleep.

  “There is a reason she isn’t the one you take to the races, Brook, and don’t think for a moment I’m fooled by your blaming it all on the horse. I am a natural, you know. Utterly irresistible to any living creature. Animals and children all flock to me.” She charged through the doorway, Brook’s chuckle already following her. “And the gentlemen! We cannot overlook how they all fall—”

  “Whoa!” The warning, deep and urgent, came too late.

  Ella squealed like a ninny as she plowed directly into a solid, nicely clad chest and nearly tumbled backward from the impact—likely would have fallen had strong hands not caught her about the waist. She looked up, expecting to find Brook’s husband, Stafford, or perhaps Brook’s father, Lord Whitby, who was also visiting. Embarrassing, but they would have laughed it off—and teased her about the claim she’d been in the midst of making regarding how all the gentlemen fell at her feet.

  But she looked up into deep green eyes, not blue or brown. A face somewhat familiar, given its resemblance to Stafford’s, but capped with warm brown hair instead of blond or silver-streaked raven.