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let him near her.
    Damnation. She must.
    Yet as he stared out at the dark London streets, he found himself thinking not of how to rectify his failure but of her. Of those wonderful, seductive lips. And of her eyes—gold and brilliant and fringed with dark lashes. Those eyes dominated her face. She reminded him of an exotic dancer he'd once seen. Stunning. Elusive. Not for him.
    No, not for him. Not ever. He meant to use her and then discard her, just as she would no doubt use him if given the chance.
    Jerking angrily, he opened the compartment concealed in a panel of the carriage. A crystal decanter sat next to a matching crystal glass. He lifted the brandy out, poured himself a drink, then tossed it down. The liquor burned a path to his stomach. He welcomed it.
    Wess , I will not fail again. I promise you I will do whatever it takes to find you.
    And that included befriending Lady Ariel D'Archer , daughter of the First Lord, and a man who refused to help him find his brother, Wess Trevain — Wess , who'd been impressed off the deck of his American ship. Wess , who seemed to have disappeared without a trace. But there would be a record of him somewhere. And he knew Lord Bettencourt had that information. Bettencourt merely withheld it because of Nathan's past. Never mind that the war had been over these past six months. His lordship still held a grudge. But what his lordship didn't know was that Nathan Trevain , heir to the duke of Davenport , was also one of the American colonies' most famous spies: Helios. Nor did Bettencourt know that he went by the last name of Mills in the colonies as a safeguard to protect him against exactly that which had happened, being forced to fight with the British against his fellow colonists. No, only few knew of his connection to the duke, and it would stay that way.
    Unless Lady D'Archer proved useless for helping him to infiltrate her father's house.
    Then all would be revealed. It would be his turn to use a British woman to his advantage, as they had tried to use one to their advantage. Only he didn't plan on killing Lady D'Archer , as that British wench had planned to kill him. He rubbed the scar again. No, he would kidnap her, if need be, but he'd not kill her.
    Yet somehow he must recover from today's debacle. He would need to gain Lady D'Archer's trust, then be given access to her house. His overwhelming goal was to find out what lay in the room he'd discovered when he'd broken into the house. The room had no windows; it had a door thicker than any he'd ever seen. What he sought must be in there. He knew it. And if he could get close enough to her to enlist her help. . .
    The carriage came to a halt. One of his uncle's staff opened the door practically the moment the vehicle stopped. Nathan hardly noticed. Nor did he notice the front door being held open for him, despite the lateness of the hour. Nor the footman who stood waiting for his coat. He shrugged out of it, wanting only to retire to the study and think. He loosened his cravat along the way.
    "The duke wishes to see you in the morning, sir."
    A lifted hand was all he used to acknowledge the request, the ring her ladyship had commented upon sparking in the light. A serpentine, he'd told her, not the true name of the stone. And really, the gem could pass for a serpentine with its green background. Only a close observer would note the red flecks that made it a bloodstone. But the stone's true name would remain his secret, along with its hidden meaning.
    A footman raced forward to open the study door. He walked right by the three-hundred-year-old vase that sat upon a pedestal to his right, nearly tipped over the two-hundred-year-old hunter-green armchair in his haste to pull it out. Next he rested his feet upon an Elizabethan footrest, slipping his buckled shoes off as he did so, putting his feet near the fire.
    "Can I get you anything, sir?"
    He didn't even look up as he replied, "No."
    "If we need anything, we shall ring."
    Nathan