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she pulled her domino shut and raised the hood back over her hair. Her hands shook, but her voice was firm and clear. “I’m leaving now. Do not follow me.”
    He held his arms out to his sides to prove himself harmless, once more smiling, surprisingly under control. “I wouldn’t think of it, I assure you. Only first a word of warning, you little tease, as next time you mayrun into a different sort of bastard. One that would be at pains to demonstrate how ineffectual a hat pin can be. And something else. Never threaten before striking, but merely strike, or you may never get the chance. Now run away, little girl. Run until you’re safely home and under the covers.”
    She didn’t wait for him to repeat himself but only lifted her skirts and ran back down the path toward the lights of the ballroom.
    Puck followed after her at a walk, trying to remember what he’d said to her and what he’d suggested, believing her to be something she was not. He wondered if he’d scarred the girl for life.
    She’d certainly made an impression on him, one that would be difficult to shake.

CHAPTER TWO
    W HERE IS SHE ? W HERE IS SHE ? Why did I allow her to join the dance?
    Regina whirled about, went up on tiptoe, pushed past goatherds and devils with pointed tails, searching for an emerald-green domino.
    Where is she!
    She’d have to stop crying, or else she wouldn’t be able to see anything. She had to stop thinking about what had just happened…what could have happened. That man! So wickedly handsome, so dangerous in his black and gold.
    What had she done?
    Had she lost her mind?
    The things he’d said! And she’d listened, fascinated by the words, shamelessly intrigued by his touch…and her reaction to both.
    Regina clutched at her suddenly queasy stomach, wishing back the sweet, honeyed drink she’d downed earlier almost as if it had been water, for it had been so hot and stuffy and even rather smelly in this horrible ballroom. What had been in that cup? Nothing too terrible, surely. It was only honey…?.
    She fought down the urge to cup her hands to hermouth and loudly call out Miranda’s name, knowing she could not cause a scene, draw attention to either one of them. They would both be ruined if anyone knew they had attended this clearly unsuitable ball.
    Why, there were people kissing people everywhere she turned. Giggling and touching each other in lewd ways as they passed by each other in the dance. It hadn’t been like this when they’d first arrived, but now it was. As if every tick of the clock served to strip away another fetter of society, leaving only the baseness beneath.
    “Here now, my pretty, hold there while I take a look at you.” A large man wearing the costume of a highwayman, complete with a brace of pistols tucked in the sash around his waist, had grabbed her arm and showed no signs of letting go. “I’ve come for all your valuables. Pass them over, starting with a kiss from your fair lips.”
    Never threaten before striking, but merely strike, or you may never get the chance. Regina plunged the hat pin into the fleshy back of the man’s hand and ran off when he yowled in pain and immediately let her go.
    She wasn’t sure which level of Dante’s Inferno she was in, but she needed to get out. Now.
    She looked behind her, terrified that the man who called himself Robin Goodfellow might be following her, but he wasn’t there. Nobody she knew was there, not that she knew him.
    If only she could find Miranda!
    At last, she made her way through the maze of screens and plants and couches to the main entranceand the small antechamber where a few maids and such were seated, ready to assist their mistresses if necessary.
    “Oh, Miss Regina, you’re here! Thank the Lord!” Doris Ann clasped Regina’s hands in hers, squeezing them so hard it was painful. “She’s gone. My Miss Miranda is gone!”
    Regina tugged her hands free, not without effort, and tried to calm the maid. “Nonsense, Doris Ann.