Lord Delaveer could sit beside her. At least he wasnât trying to match her with Charles. She certainly didnât view Roderick ⦠romantically, but at least she didnât feel the need to bathe after speaking with him. In fact, she didnât feel much of anything. Was that because sheâd only seen him as part of the pack of potential beaux? If she set her mind to it, could Roderick stir her pulse as ⦠Oh. No, no, no. That ⦠No. She wasnât smitten with Arran MacLawry. That feeling was only nerves, because she wasnât supposed to be anywhere near him.
Roderick took the vacant seat beside her, and she jumped. âGood evening, Mary, Miss Elizabeth.â
âHello, Lord Delaveer,â Elizabeth returned, smiling. âI didnât know you enjoyed Shakespeare.â
âI enjoy the company.â
âI enjoy Shakespeare,â Charles put in from directly behind Mary. âEspecially the tragedies.â
The light, mostly absent brogue in his voice annoyed her. Previously she was certain sheâd barely even noted it, but tonight it sounded as though he couldnât decide whether he was English or Scottish. âWhat an odd thing to say,â she returned.
Perhaps that accent indecision was what made her hesitate about Roderick, as well; wherever she lived, she felt like a Highlander down to her toes. Arran, even if he hadnât had a deep, delicious brogue, could never be mistaken for anything but a hot-blooded, fearless Highlander. There was nothing mild or hesitant about him. On the other hand, Roderick had likely never unsettled a butterfly. And Charles probably pulled off their wings.
Charles furrowed his narrow brows. âHow so?â
âSaying you prefer the tragedies is the same as saying you prefer death and murder and betrayal to love and happiness.â
âPerhaps itâs merely that I find the tragedies more realistic.â He sank back in his seat, turning his gaze not toward the stage, but in the direction of the boxes at the far side of the theater. âYou waltzed with Arran MacLawry.â
Her first thought was to tell Charles that who she danced with was none of his business. It wasnât really, but her cousin had already had several run-ins with Lord Glengask this Season, before the truce. And she had no intention of ruining that days-old truce by saying something flippant. âWe were both wearing fox masks, and he had no idea who I was. I wasnât going to cause a scene.â
âDonât dance with him again.â
Mary took a breath and held it until she could hear the beat of her heart. âI donât know why I would,â she returned. âOut of curiosity, though, are we not at peace with the MacLawrys?â
âWeâre not killing them. Thatâs a pause in battle. Not peace.â
She was still debating how to respond to that when Roderick chuckled. âDonât mind your cousin, Lady Mary. I enjoy peace. It provides some surprisingâand welcomeâopportunities.â
âAye,â Charles countered, his voice lower and flatter. âWhereas war favors other individuals.â
Now that was interesting. And disturbing. Was Charles Calder so against this truce with the MacLawrys because of what her father had mentionedâthat the MacAllisters would help bolster their ranks, but they didnât wish to be pulled into a conflict? Because if the Campbells and MacLawrys drew blood again Charles would be the one the clan wanted her to marry? A shiver ran down her spine.
So she seemed to be doomed either way, truce or not, and it was only a narrow window that made her groom Roderick rather than Charles. Who, though, was pushing her and Roderick together? Her father, or her grandfather? The Campbell himself seemed a more likely force, as he was the one whoâd agreed to the truce. Which meant, she supposed, that she had another reason to be grateful to her
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