Rogan picked himself up and followed the man, planning his death as they climbed the stairs. The man handed Rogan a broom. “Go in and clean,” he’d said, and unbolted a thick, iron-clad door.
Inside the room, Rogan stood for a moment blinking, for there was Liana, her lovely face bent over a tapestry frame, her hair covered with a cap of white linen. He couldn’t move, but just stood there and stared at her.
She looked up. “Well, go on,” she said. “You have better things to do than gawk at the Howard prisoner.”
He’d opened his mouth to tell her who he was, but then the door was opened behind him. Rogan had scurried into the garderobe, staying by the doorway to listen. He’d breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a woman’s voice, but as he continued to listen, he heard Liana call the woman Jeanne. Was this the Jeanne he’d once been married to?
He left the garderobe and began moving about the chamber. Neither woman paid him the least mind. He looked at the woman Jeanne and he thought she was his first wife, but he wasn’t sure. Their marriage had been brief and over with a long time ago, and besides, she hadn’t been very memorable as a wife.
He listened to the two women and heard stories of his own indifference, how he was drinking and hawking and couldn’t care less about his wife being held prisoner. He smiled when he heard mention of the baby Liana was carrying. But he lost his smile when he saw that Liana believed every word Jeanne was saying. Did women have no loyalty? What had he ever done to deserve his wife’s distrust? He had given her a roof over her head, food in her belly—as well as a brat—and he had even given up his women for her. And he had come to save her from the Howards.
He was so disgusted by her disloyal behavior that while he made arrangements, bribing guards and retainers with money that was needed elsewhere, and went to her room every day, he didn’t reveal himself to her.
So now he was here, and after all he’d gone through to find her, she wasn’t even grateful.
“What were you doing outside the castle walls?” he asked, frowning. “I gave you orders not to leave the grounds.” The little cap over her head was so fine it was nearly transparent and he could see how little was left of her hair. If he ever got his hands on Oliver Howard, the man’s death would be long and painful.
“I was going to get herbs to soothe the nettles. Gaby said you rolled in them.” She was sniffing loudly.
“Nettles!” he said under his breath. “You caused all of this because you went to get herbs for nettles?”
Liana was beginning to realize that he had come for her, that all the reports she’d heard of his indifference were false. She leaped off the bed in a flurry of silk and flung her arms about his neck and accurately planted her mouth on his.
He held her so tightly her ribs nearly broke. “Liana,” he whispered against her neck.
She stroked his hair, and more tears came to her eyes. “You did not forget me,” she whispered.
“Never again,” he said, then his voice changed. “I can’t stay longer. Tonight there is no moon. I’ll come for you and we’ll leave here.”
“How?” She pulled away to look at him. It seemed that she forgot from one moment to the next how splendidly handsome he was. Even under weeks’ worth of ashes and dirt, his face was—
“Are you listening to me?”
“Intimately,” she answered, snuggling her hips against his.
“Behave, and listen to me. Do not trust Jeanne Howard.”
“But she has helped me. She may have saved my life. I was burning up with fever and—”
“Swear to me,” Rogan said fiercely. “Swear to me you won’t trust her. Don’t confide in her, don’t tell her I’ve been here. She’s betrayed my family once, and if she betrayed me again, I would not live. I could not fight off Howard men alone as I am now. Swear to me.”
“Yes,” Liana whispered. “I swear.”
He had his hands on her shoulders, and he gave her one last long look. “I must go now, but tonight I will come to you. Wait for me, and for once, give your loyalty to me.” He smiled just a bit. “And clean up this room. I’ve learned to like cleanliness.”
He kissed her once, hard and fiercely, and then he was gone.
For a long while Liana leaned against the door. He had come for her. He hadn’t been drinking and hawking while she was held prisoner. Instead, he had risked his life by entering the Howards’ domain alone. He hadn’t said that he didn’t want her.
Dreamily, she began to pick up all the things she’d thrown at him. She didn’t want Jeanne to see the mess and ask questions.
Tonight, she thought, he was coming for her tonight. As she began to think less romantically about his coming for her and more realistically, she began to be afraid. What if he were caught? Oliver Howard would kill Rogan. She sat down on the bed, her hands clasped tightly, and the fear beginning to course through her body made her rigid.
As the sun began to set, Liana’s fear settled into her bones until she felt as if she were seeing herself from a distance. Slowly, she rose, removed the silk gown Jeanne had loaned her, and put on the peasants’ clothes she had been wearing when she had been taken. She put the silk gown back on over the peasants’ garb, then sat down to wait.
Every muscle in her body was tense as she sat still and stared at the closed door. She heard the castle grounds quieten as the workers went off to their beds. A servant brought her supper on a tray and lit a candle, but Liana didn’t touch the food. Instead, she waited for the night to bring Rogan.
At about midnight, very slowly, the door opened and Liana stood up, her eyes wide.