Bought for Revenge

He heard the defensive note in her voice when she responded. ‘My father must have had his reasons for leaving Morwood as it was.’

‘Oh, I am sure he did.’ Annabelle was looking at him, a faint crease in her brows. It was not part of his plan to antagonise her, so he threw off his black mood and smiled. ‘Let us not waste time upon conjecture, Miss Havenham. You are here to show me the Home Wood and I am eager to see it.’

They picked their way across the neglected park and Annabelle led him unerringly to the remains of a path meandering through the trees.

‘My father told me this was once a carriageway here, used by the family for pleasure trips around the grounds.’

‘It leads to the lake.’

‘Yes, you are right. How…?’

‘One of the locals told me.’

‘What good memories they have, when no one ever comes here now. It is still possible to reach the water, although I haven’t ridden this way for a while and the weeds will already be invading the path. Would you like to see it?’

Annabelle turned Apollo on to the little-used track. Lucas followed, enjoying the view of her elegant figure twisting and bending to avoid the overhanging branches. the encroaching brambles snared her skirts, but she kept the big horse moving forwards. Gradually the sounds of the building work disappeared and only creaking leather and the jingle of the harness could be heard, along with the occasional trill of birdsong high up in the trees. Sunlight filtered through the young leaves and painted a fine tracery over everything, and as the hooves disturbed the soft loamy soil the pungent scent of damp earth rose up to meet them. As he followed Annabelle through this strange, unfamiliar world, an unaccustomed peace settled over Lucas. It was the most relaxed he had felt for a long time.

The path began a gentle slope downwards and they picked their way, avoiding the tree roots and the occasional stone protruding through the earth. Finally, through the trees ahead there was the glint of sunlight on the water.

‘We are nearly there.’

Even as she called over her shoulder the trees gave way to a grassy bank that ran down to the water’s edge. Before them stretched the lake, a large, serpentine expanse of water enclosed by trees that grew thickly over the slopes of the surrounding hills. It was a sheltered spot and the spring sunshine was surprisingly hot.

Belle stopped and waited for her companion to bring his horse up beside her. ‘There. Was that not worth pushing through the undergrowth?’

‘It is every bit as beautiful as I…as I was led to believe.’

‘You can still see the line of the old path around the lake.’

‘Shall we follow it?’

She shook her head. ‘Clegg took me around the lake once, a few years ago, but even then the path was barely passable in some places and we were in danger of being tumbled into the water.’ She threw her groom an affectionate look. ‘He refused to ride that way with me again and made me promise never to do so alone.’ She pointed along the bank. ‘There is a boathouse over there, but to get to it you must cross the old wooden bridge across the inlet. It has not been maintained and I have no doubt the timbers are rotted away by now.’

He jumped down and handed his reins to Clegg. ‘I shall go and find out.’

She watched him stride off, torn between wanting to remain aloof and curiosity. Curiosity won. Kicking her foot free from the stirrup, she slid to the ground.

‘Wait for me!’

‘Now, Miss Belle—’ The groom’s remonstrance had little effect, save to make her smile at him as she had done so many times in the past when she wanted her own way.

‘Pray, look after the horses, Clegg. We will not be long and I will be careful.’

Lucas waited for her to catch up with him.

‘Are you sure you will be safe?’

‘We are only going to the bridge. Clegg will always be in sight.’

‘But he will not be in earshot. I might insult you verbally.’

‘You might, of course.’

‘You do not think I will?’

‘You have shown no inclination to be so ill-mannered since that first meeting.’ She slanted a glance at him, a slight frown in those clear grey eyes. ‘Why were you so rude to me then? We had never met, I had done nothing to deserve such treatment.’

Nothing, save be the daughter of a man I am sworn to destroy.

Lucas could not tell her as much, especially now he had decided her affection would prove a better weapon than her disgust.

‘Perhaps you were fatigued,’ she offered helpfully. ‘That can make one irritable.’

By heaven, she was even giving him his excuses! Looking into her eyes, he saw a faint, shy smile lurking there and he was obliged to squash a slight prickle of unease at making use of her in this way.

‘Yes, that was it.’

They were approaching the wooden bridge. Lucas could now see just how poor a state of repair it was in. The side rails had broken away and the boards looked grey and rotten. He stepped on to the bridge and tested one of the boards with his foot. It crumbled beneath his weight. He exhaled impatiently.

‘Sheer foolishness to leave it in this state. If it is so dangerous, it should have been rebuilt or removed.’

‘It should, of course, but no one ever came here to use it.’

‘You came.’

‘Not for years. Not since…’ She looked about her, and Lucas had the impression she had withdrawn from him. It lasted only a moment, then she shook off her reverie and said in a robust tone, ‘If you are going to reinstate the lakeside drive, then a stone bridge would look very well here.’

He replied absently, ‘Yes, I have always thought so.’

She laughed. ‘Now I know you are teasing me, Mr Monserrat. You have but this minute seen this place.’

He recovered quickly. ‘But I have studied the plans, and this point faces due west, into the sunset.’

Come, Lucas, let us go down to the lake and watch the sunset from the bridge.

‘Are you mentally landscaping the lake, sir? Perhaps you want to return it to its former glory. I am afraid that is not something I can help you with, since I have only seen it as a wilderness.’

It took Lucas some time to realise she was talking to him. ‘I beg your pardon, I was…dreaming.’

She waved aside his apology. ‘It is your home now, sir. Of course you want to take it all in.’

He looked across to the boathouse. ‘I wonder if the boats are still there.’

‘No. My brother and I looked in once. Papa said he had them broken up because they were unsafe. But the oars were on the walls then and there were some old fishing rods upstairs…’

‘There were?’ His eager response caught her attention and he was quick to explain. ‘I mean, I am surprised that they should have been left there, that no one would have taken them away.’

‘From what I understand Mr Blackstone was very severe with trespassers and the local people learned to stay away from his land. After he died they said he had left a curse over it.’