“Thomas, I, too, am beginning to doubt your abilities.” Edward’s exasperation reverberated off the leaves of yet another dead end. “This is the second time we have needed to backtrack. At this rate Samantha will have had time for tea.”
Thomas shrugged and flung Edward an easy smile. “We could employ Benjamin’s method and simply climb over the top of the hedge.”
Benjamin rolled his eyes, knocking into Thomas’ chest as he passed him. “Yours is not the company I wish to keep this evening.”
Edward whipped his head around and glared at Benjamin. Taking one step closer, Edward tilted his head and glared into Benjamin’s eyes. Wordlessly, Edward punched Benjamin’s shoulder and walked toward his wife who waited with Miss Clemens at the head of the trail.
Miss Hastings’ words echoed in Benjamin’s head. ‘Must you antagonize him?’ Yes, he must. Benjamin grinned to himself, massaging his shoulder, and fell into step with Thomas. As they neared the original pathway, Edward’s angry voice reached their ears.
“I have already given you my answer, Mr. Lockhearst.”
“I do not agree with your response,” replied his deep voice. Benjamin sighed heavily, his eyes rising to the stars overhead. He shook his head. Another delay.
“Mr. Lockhearst, your opinion does not change my decision. Samantha has chosen to marry Lord Westwood.”
“And I am given to believe she is satisfied with that choice.” Benjamin joined Edward with a growl, flanking Edward’s right side.
“Lord Westwood.” Mr. Lockhearst greeted him with a cold nod. “I have a grievance to settle with you.”
“That seems to be a common theme this evening,” muttered Thomas, earning a nervous giggle from Miss Clemens. Gliding backward, Thomas edged closer to the ladies, positioning himself directly between Mr. Lockhearst and Miss Clemens.
Mr. Lockhearst reached into his coat pocket and extracted a pistol. With a sneer, he pointed it directly at Benjamin’s chest. “I demand satisfaction.”
“Even if you dispatch Lord Westwood, I will maintain my rejection of your proposal,” replied Edward, subtly twitching aside his coat to reveal the gun hidden against his hip.
Scowling, Mr. Lockhearst tightened his grip on the weapon. “Then I suppose I must offer your sister my regrets for the unexpected loss of her fiancé.”
“Mr. Lockhearst!” Miss Clemens spoke, her typically meek voice colored with shock. Every head whipped in her direction, Thomas’ mouth dangling open in surprise. Lifting her skirt, she stepped around him and approached Mr. Lockhearst. She curtsied to him.
“Would you truly commit a cold-blooded execution in the presence of ladies, Mr. Lockhearst?” She tilted her head and gazed at him with wide chocolate eyes. “I considered you to be a refined gentleman. Was I mistaken in my assessment of your character?”
Mr. Lockhearst paused, frozen in shock. He studied Miss Clemens as if noticing her existence for the first time. “I do not think I have ever heard you speak, Miss Clemens.”
Flushing, Miss Clemens glanced down, her gloved fingers twisting together. “I rarely have anything of import to say.”
“I doubt that.” Thomas’ compliment caused Miss Clemens to blush again. She glanced up at Thomas, peeking at him over her shoulder. He grinned.
“Miss Clemens, do you not think me capable of murder?” Mr. Lockhearst asked, his eyebrow arched so high, it disappeared into his hair.
Returning her attention to him, she appraised him for some moments, then slowly shook her head. “I do not, Mr. Lockhearst,” she replied, pointedly glaring at the pistol still trained on Benjamin.
“Interesting,” Mr. Lockhearst murmured to himself. He lowered the gun, tucking it back into his coat and puffed his chest—inflated by Miss Clemens’ estimation of his character. He flashed a winning smile at her, similar to the kind he favored on Miss Shirely during the croquet game. “Miss Clemens,” he said, softening his gruff tone. “I recently heard gossip inferring you were engaged to Mr. Shirely. Is there any merit in that rumor?”
“There is none, Mr. Lockhearst,” Miss Clemens replied firmly, continuing to hold his gaze.
“Indeed.” He responded with a wider smile. “And do you possess a sizable dowry?” he asked through his toothy grin.
“I do not,” replied Miss Clemens, casting her eyes toward her shoes.
“Such a pity.” Mr. Lockhearst clucked. He turned his attention back to Benjamin, his voice thick with arrogance. “We will find a way to settle this matter that does not involve your death as Miss Clemens seems to think me incapable of such atrocities.” He glowed, his eyes flicking over her. “I loathe changing her good opinion.”
Nodding to Mrs. Hastings and Miss Clemens, Mr. Lockhearst disappeared down the pathway without another word. Benjamin glanced at Edward with a grimace and sighed. Edward clapped Benjamin on his shoulder in concurrence.
“I suppose you are better fiancé than he would be,” said Edward, “even with your less than desirable history.”
“Aunt Abigail is providing you with a generous dowry; she specifically discussed the sum with Benjamin and me. Are you aware of the amount?” Thomas addressed Miss Clemens with a questioning look.
“I am,” replied Miss Clemens with a deft nod. “However, I find Mr. Lockhearst’s beastly personality abhorrent and not at all suited to my temperament. Nor do I wish to be attached to any man who is solely interested in my dowry.”
Thomas hooted with laughter. “Miss Hastings is quickly becoming a terrible influence on you, Miss Clemens. I do hope it continues.” Miss Clemens blushed again, subtly shifting closer to Thomas.
Benjamin wondered how her growing infatuation continued to elude Thomas. Surely, Thomas’ observant nature would afford him the ability to recognize adoration. Then again, Benjamin only realized Miss Clemens’ affection for Thomas after Miss Hastings drew his attention to the new development during the Leveret ball.
Samantha. He could hear her laughter, floating through the bushes. Benjamin closed his eyes and imagined her wandering among the hedges. His mind roamed down maze pathways searching for her, checking every hidden alcove. He found her alone, glowing in blue, and his body ached to follow his mind. Honeysuckle floated in the evening air; Benjamin’s hungry eyes snapped open.
“One of us should return to the start of the maze and follow Miss Hastings’ path, it might get us to the center faster,” he said. Thomas sulked at his brother’s enthusiasm.
“Miss Clemens, for someone with little social standing and an exceptionally plain countenance, I am impressed you managed to capture the attention of two different gentlemen this evening. It is a pity you could not keep it.” Venom poured from the shadows.
Thomas’ head flew up at the insult. He took a protective step toward Miss Clemens but found himself restrained by Edward who shook his head subtly.
“Mr. Shirely is not a gentleman,” replied Mrs. Hastings evenly as she greeted the newcomer with a curt bob. “Good evening, Miss Shirely.”
“Mrs. Hastings,” purred Miss Shirely through narrow eyes, “it is a pleasure to see you again.”
“Likewise, Miss Shirely,” replied Mrs. Hastings, her voice tightening. She acknowledged the two ladies hovering near Alice’s shoulder. “Misses Leveret.”
“Mrs. Hastings,” they chorused and curtsied, their identical plum costumes moving in unison.
“Miss Clemens, it is polite to bow to your betters.” Miss Shirely sneered, turning away from Mrs. Hastings
“I shall endeavor to remember your instruction when I meet them,” replied Miss Clemens, holding Miss Shirely's frosty gaze.
She arched an eyebrow, stunned by Miss Clemens’ retort. “Miss Hastings’ influence has not enhanced your character.”
“On the contrary, I find Miss Clemens’ attitude greatly improved,” Mrs. Hastings replied, sliding her arm around Miss Clemens’ waist.
“That is your opinion.” Miss Shirely sniffed and smoothed her shimmering dress. “Husbands prefer their wives to act demure.”
“I am surprised to learn you know what qualities a good wife should possess, Miss Shirely. How many seasons have passed without a wedding?” asked Mrs. Hastings, offering Miss Clemens a subtle wink.
Bristling, Miss Shirely shot Mrs. Hastings a withering glare. “I appreciate your concern regarding my future; however, I am entertaining numerous prospects.”
“That is excellent news, Miss Shirely,” Mrs. Hastings replied, tilting her head. “I look forward to receiving your announcement.”
Benjamin turned away, covering his snicker with a cough. Perhaps Miss Hastings inherited her sharp tongue from her sister-in-law.
Miss Shirely growled, returning her spiteful attention to Miss Clemens. “You will regret your rejection of my brother’s offer.”
“I sincerely doubt that, Miss Shirely.” Miss Clemens raised her chin.
“Miss Clemens, it is unfortunate your new acquaintances have neglected to inform you of the ramifications of crossing me and my family,” Miss Shirely said haughtily. “I shall ensure no man makes any attempt to gain your favor for the rest of your seasons.”
“There are worse things than spinsterhood,” Miss Clemens replied.
“I can think of nothing more delightful,” said Thomas, stepping forward, pushing through Edward’s restraining arm.
Miss Shirely's gaze jumped to Thomas and slid over to Edward and Benjamin, a deep blush spreading over her face. Had she forgotten they were standing there? She greeted them with a dazzling smile and a deep curtsy. “Gentlemen, how delightful to see you at this festive occasion,” she simpered, clasping her hands in front of her. “I do hope you are enjoying the festivities.”
“Miss Shirely,” each man replied, offering a cold, short bow.
“I had the pleasure of conversing with your fiancée earlier this evening,” said Miss Shirely, peeking at Benjamin through her eyelashes.
“Did you?” asked Benjamin in a low tone, increasingly grateful for not extending a proposal to Miss Shirely. Aunt Abigail’s estimation of her character was correct.
“I did. She and Miss Randall were hopelessly lost, stuck in the center of the maze.” Miss Shirely painted a concerned look across her face; the effort appeared excruciating as she struggled to maintain her compassionate attitude.
“Damn,” Thomas muttered under his breath. “How long ago did you leave Miss Hastings’ company?”
“Not ten minutes ago, Mr. Reid.” Miss Shirely regarded Thomas peculiarly. “My brother,” she emphasized the word as if refuting Mrs. Hastings’ low opinion of Mr. Shirely, “rescued both Miss Hastings and Miss Randall and escorted them safely to the opening of the labyrinth.”
“I must thank him for his assistance,” replied Edward with a frown.
“Considering Mr. Shirely’s current state, I am surprised he possessed the capacity to aid anyone.” Thomas’ comment earned a scowl from Miss Shirely.
“Miss Randall can be very persuasive.” She shot Thomas a meaningful glance; however, Thomas looked away, refusing to acknowledge her implied insult.
With a sniff, Miss Shirely turned to her silent companions. “Ladies, I find this conversation tedious. Let us seek out some remarkable company.”
Miss Shirely and the Leveret sisters turned and headed deeper into the maze, the ugly purple hue of the Leverets’ dresses disappearing into the shadows. Miss Shirely's nasal tone carried for the next few minutes, proclaiming malicious abuses regarding Miss Clemens’ character.
“I suppose I should be honored Miss Shirely spends so much of her time thinking about me,” said Miss Clemens.
Thomas snorted.
“Perhaps we should return to the maze entrance,” said Edward, echoing Benjamin’s earlier thought. “Sammie may be waiting for us.”
“Or she may tire of waiting for you and decide to search the maze.” Miss Hastings rounded the corner opposite where Miss Shirely vanished. Miss Randall's ghostly form followed silently, grasping an unfolded knife tightly in her hand, her white knuckles glowing against the darkness of the labyrinth.
“Samantha.” The word held every bit of longing pent up in Benjamin, the smoldering fire inside him threatening to explode into an inferno.
She ran into his embrace, knocking Edward aside in her rush. Benjamin wrapped his arms firmly around her. Leaning into his chest, she nuzzled Benjamin’s neck with a happy sigh, a tremble rolling down her back.
Edward snarled, stepping toward them. His progress was stopped by Mrs. Hastings who put a gentle hand on Edward’s arm, shaking her head. He glared at Benjamin and back at his wife, his eyes bulging. She shook her head again, arching an eyebrow. Sighing, his shoulders rolled forward, and he nodded with a grimace.
Apparently Edward’s interference had been a topic of recent conversation. He must remember to thank Mrs. Hastings for her assistance.
“I have missed your company this evening.” Benjamin pressed his lips into the warmth of her skin. His shoulder earned blow from Edward who had broken free of his wife. He growled at Benjamin. Benjamin smirked.
Miss Hastings twisted in Benjamin’s arms, glaring at her brother. “Miss Randall and I encountered Franklin at the center of the maze. He threatened to murder both of us, right there.” She grabbed Edward’s sleeve, hissing, “Edward, he had a pistol.”
Miss Clemens gasped, her skin paling. She fainted in a graceless heap on the sharp gravel path. Miss Randall, her eyes rolling madly, followed, collapsing atop of Miss Clemens, the penny knife slipping from her fingers. It tumbled, blade first and stuck into the ground, millimeters from Miss Clemens’ head.
“Thomas…” Benjamin asked with a half-hidden grin as he studied the two unconscious women, “which young lady would you prefer to assist this evening? They both seem quite taken with your rescuing abilities.”
Miss Hastings struck Benjamin in the same place as her brother. He rubbed the tingling spot on his arm and grinned at her. “Is this new lack of manners something else inappropriate in which Edward instructed you?”
“It is,” replied Miss Hastings as she knelt next to the ladies’ immobile forms. Benjamin crouched directly across from her, capturing her gaze with his hungry eyes.
“Do you think a husband should be aware of all his wife’s capabilities prior to the wedding?”
“No.” She shook her head adamantly. “It would ruin the surprise.”
Benjamin glared over his shoulder at Edward. “You are not going to warn me of her talents either, are you?”
Edward smiled and shook his head. “I am not.”
“Gentlemen.” Mrs. Hastings inserted herself between Edward and Benjamin, kneeling. “Given the current state of Miss Randall and Miss Clemens, I propose we postpone this discussion of Samantha’s inappropriate education.”
Thomas smirked and stooped beside Miss Hastings, fanning Miss Clemens and Miss Randall with his mask, his gaze flicking toward Benjamin. “I wish to revise my earlier statement regarding Miss Hastings’ dreadful influence over Miss Clemens.”
“You believe Miss Clemens is a terrible influence over Miss Hastings?” asked Benjamin incredulously.
“Not at all. I believe Edward is the cause of both ladies’ unsuitable behavior,” Thomas jovially replied.
Miss Randall moaned, drawing Thomas’ attention. He and Mrs. Hastings helped her sit forward, moving her off Miss Clemens supine figure, who groaned in kind.
“What happened?” Miss Clemens asked. She looked around and flushed, embarrassed by her prone location, struggling into a sitting position.
Miss Randall, lifted to her feet by Thomas, stood unsteadily and brushed the dirt from her gown. She stumbled, still off-balance and toppled forward. Thomas easily caught her, wrapping his arms around her petite waist. She smiled gratefully, her violet eyes sparkling in the light cast from a nearby lantern. Momentarily losing his ability to speak, Thomas stared, enraptured. Edward shot Benjamin a smirk.
“Thomas,” Benjamin called, crouched beside to Miss Clemens.
In a dreamlike movement—fluid and unhurried—Thomas raised his head and regarded Benjamin with a curious expression. “Yes.”
“Would you care to assist me?” Benjamin indicated Miss Clemens who remained seated on the pebbly pathway.
“Certainly.” Thomas reluctantly passed Miss Randall to Mrs. Hastings who wrapped a supportive arm around Miss Randall's shoulders.
Miss Clemens stubbornly climbed to her feet without assistance, pushing away Benjamin’s and Thomas’ arms. Benjamin wondered if her sudden solitary attitude was driven by the foolish smile pasted across Thomas’ face.
“Edward, Lord Westwood, Mr. Reid, I suspect you want to search the maze after Samantha’s shocking announcement. However, I have no desire to patiently wait while you complete that happy task. Considering the depraved behavior Mr. Morris previously exhibited, I believe it best to return to the country estate. Samantha? Miss Clemens? Would you care to accompany me?”
“I would,” replied Miss Clemens, her tone flat.
“Actually…” said Miss Hastings.
“Samantha, my invitation to you was not a question,” Mrs. Hastings said. Edward nodded in concurrence.
Miss Hastings opened her mouth to protest. Benjamin placed a single finger over her lips, the caress eliciting a small tremor which traveled the length of her body. The diamond necklace shimmered in response. She blushed, holding his gaze.
“Are you planning to argue with me?” he asked.
“I am,” she replied. Edward snorted.
Benjamin ran his fingertip along the diamonds surrounding Miss Hastings’ delicate throat. She shivered again and bit her lip. Benjamin grinned. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushed lightly over the most sensitive part of her ear, he whispered against her skin. “I bet I can change your mind. Would you like me to try?”
“No, I would not,” replied Edward, ripping Miss Hastings away from Benjamin and pushing her toward his wife.
“You will have a difficult time locating anyone in this maze,” Miss Randall said dreamily. She leaned against Thomas who had reclaimed her from Mrs. Hastings.
“Miss Randall is correct,” said Miss Clemens in an unnerving monotone. “We did not even manage to reach the center of the labyrinth. How will you find someone who is trying to remain hidden?”
Edward grumbled his agreement with Miss Clemens’ observation and ran a hand through his hair. He turned to Miss Randall. “Miss Randall, as Mr. Morris has threatened your life this evening, would you prefer an escort to your home?”
“I am extremely grateful for your offer, Mr. Hastings. I do not wish to cause any undue hardship; however, I doubt Aunt Hattie would loan me the coach so I could depart the masque early,” Miss Randall replied, her harmonious voice faint.
“It is no trouble at all,” said Thomas with a broad grin. “I would be delighted to accompany you on the journey.”
“Mr. Reid, you cannot attend Miss Randall alone,” said Mrs. Hastings, “think of her reputation.”
“I will travel with you.” Miss Hastings volunteered as the group retraced their steps toward the maze’s entry.
“I will accompany you as well,” said Benjamin. His arm brushed against hers. Heat flickered between them, sparks threatening to combust with each step.
“I think ambushing Aunt Hattie in such large numbers will cause a scene,” replied Miss Randall. “Perhaps Miss Hastings and I can inform her of my departure.”
“That is an excellent idea, Miss Randall.” Mrs. Hastings nodded. “Lord Westwood and Mr. Reid can meet you at their carriage.”
Edward’s objections overruled, he accepted defeat. “Sammie, we will convene at the country estate. Please…”
“Be careful,” replied Miss Hastings, imitating her brother’s intonation. Edward glared at her in irritation. Without warning, he embraced her roughly. Just as swiftly, he released her and turned toward his wife, offering his elbow.
“My dear.” Mrs. Hastings entwined her arm through his as they proceeded through the maze arch toward the line of carriages decorating the expansive drive. Miss Clemens trailed behind them silently, almost invisible.
Miss Hastings watched Miss Clemens slog toward the waiting carriage, her head wavering between Miss Randall and Miss Clemens. Benjamin stepped behind her, encircling her waist with his arms, dropping a light kiss on the top of her head. She glanced up at him. Biting her lip, her eyes indicated Miss Clemens’ shrinking form. Benjamin shrugged, having no recommendation how to heal a broken heart.
“Miss Hastings, shall we?” Miss Randall called, gesturing for Miss Hastings to follow her. Benjamin released his grip on Miss Hastings, losing sight of her among the crowd of masks. He prayed one of them was not Franklin Morris.