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source of this heartache?”
    â€œIt is her story to tell if she so chooses. Just remember that I shall be keeping a close eye upon you.”
    He met the warning gaze squarely. He could, of course, force her to speak of Miss Kingly’s past, and anything else he might desire, but he resisted temptation. Other than himself, this woman was the only person in London willing to stake all to protect the vulnerable maiden. He might very well need her with her wits clear.
    â€œI have no intention of harming Miss Kingly,” he retorted. “I would never harm any young maiden. But neither will I ignore her. She has an obvious need for my company.”
    â€œNeed for your company? And what can you mean by that?”
    â€œThere is a deep sadness in her eyes.”
    â€œFah. That I already know. As does all of London. As I said, she has endured betrayal in her past.”
    â€œAnd she does not allow the wounds to heal,” he said softly, keeping Meg’s reluctant gaze trapped with his own. “A fatal mistake. Bitterness is like an infection that will destroy her soul if it is not cleansed.”
    As obviously aware as Lucien of Jocelyn’s brittle wounds, the woman grudgingly lowered her guard.
    â€œPerhaps. How do you propose to cleanse this bitterness?”
    â€œFirst by revealing that there is still joy to be found in this world.”
    The pale eyes narrowed. “How much joy?”
    His lips twitched at her blunt suspicion that he intended to seduce her young mistress.
    A suspicion that was well founded.
    â€œAs much as she desires, and no more,” he reassured the older woman. “Do you not believe she has earned a share of happiness?”
    â€œYes. No one is more deserving.”
    â€œSo if I chose to prod Miss Kingly out of her icy shell of composure, then I need not fear being greeted by a frying pan?”
    â€œThat depends,” she warned, her gaze straying meaningfully toward the frying pan upon the counter.
    â€œUpon what?”
    â€œOn whether this prodding endangers Miss Jocelyn’s heart. She is not nearly as invulnerable as she would have others believe. Especially when it comes to a devil with a silver tongue.”
    It was no doubt a genuine concern, but Lucien swiftly shrugged it aside.
    He needed to be close to Jocelyn if he were to protect her.
    Any unfortunate complications would have to be dealt with once the traitors were returned to the Veil.
    â€œI wish only to see her laugh,” he at last murmured.
    Meg heaved a faint sigh. “As do I.”
    â€œThen we shall have to work together.”
    â€œWe shall see.” The woman was not about to give any more than absolutely necessary.
    â€œYou intend to keep that frying pan quite handy, do you not?”
    â€œOh, yes.”
    With a laugh Lucien rose to his feet. “We are going to get along just fine, Meg.”

Chapter 2
    Amadeus stalked the woman with a cool precision.
    Remaining in the shadows of the derelict shops and lodging houses, he kept a steady pace as she searched for the prostitute known on the streets as Molly.
    A prostitute whom he had murdered less than an hour earlier.
    For nearly a fortnight he had studied this woman’s every movement.
    He knew precisely when she would leave her home each evening. When she would bring food to the various street children. When she would seek out the pathetic whores and urge them to abandon their tortured lives and travel to the small cottage she had purchased outside of town. He even knew that on this night she would seek out the young, hapless Molly as she did on every Wednesday evening. In vain she would plead with the prostitute to leave the brutal husband who forced her onto the streets to pay for his gin.
    Which was precisely why he had disposed of the whore and laid his minions into hiding just around the corner.
    Miss Kingly’s very predictability would be her undoing.
    Giving a sharp whistle, Amadeus watched for