The Demon's Mistress

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whereas he had been practically bouncing with anticipation of a limitless future. She’d felt old then, and she felt old now.
    Listening to the angelic voices of the choir—she’d probably been dancing at a ball when Dare’s voice broke, when Vandeimen’s voice broke—she reminded herself that this engagement was completely imaginary.
    She glanced sideways at her youthful responsibility, at the strong, clear lines of his profile, and the vibrant health of his skin. In only days, the marks of dissipation had disappeared, but it would take longer for the inner wounds to heal.
    She’d begun to let him choose where they went, and he seemed to prefer the more cultural events. He’d chosen this one and was enjoying it. He’d been at war for so long that much of society’s routine pleasures must be fresh to him.
    Her personal reaction to him was her problem—hers to control and hers to conceal.
    As the days turned to weeks, control never became easy, but she managed it, helped by the fact that he kept his word. He never again tried to kiss her, or to touch her in any way other than courteously.
    The worst times were those spent quietly together—lingering over breakfast, or sitting in the Chinese room, or strolling in the summer garden. Sometimes they talked, but often they were each involved in reading or even thought.
    It was too much like husband and wife, and she liked it very much. She told herself that he was on best behavior for the six weeks, and she knew it was true, but she still thought that they rubbed together surprisingly well.
    Vandeimen could listen as well as talk. Maurice’s breakfast table conversations had mostly been monologues on whatever issue of the day interested him. She had been his attentive audience.
    He could endure a silence. Maurice had seemed to feel obliged to throw words at any lingering silence as if it were a rabid dog.
    He liked to read. They did not have a great deal of time for reading, but he appeared to enjoy it. He picked seemingly at random from her excellent library—again chosen by Maurice for effect.
    Oh yes, he had become a pleasant part of her life.
    Thank heavens Harriette was their buffer. She went nearly everywhere with them, treating Vandeimen like another son, and gave off relaxing warmth like a good fire. The healing was all Harriette’s work.
    But then, one day, Maria realized that her aunt’s healing powers were not working.
    They were chatting before dinner when Harriette said something about Vandeimen’s home. He snapped at her and left the room.
    As the door clicked shut, Harriette pulled a face. “I shouldn’t have pressed him for his plans, but—”
    â€œBut why not?” Maria asked. “We have spent four of our six weeks. It’s time he made plans to restore Steynings.”
    â€œMy dear, have you not noticed that he never speaks of the future?”
    Maria sat there, hands in lap, searching back over four weeks. “Never of the future, and rarely of the past. He talks easily of the present.”
    â€œBecause the present offers no threat.”
    â€œThreat? I thought it was going well.”
    â€œOh, he seems whole,” said Harriette with a sigh. “He is healthy, polite, even charming. But it’s like a lovely shell around . . . around nothing.”
    Nothing? Maria suddenly felt as if she were trying to inhale nothing, as if there was no air. “But I can’t hold him beyond the six weeks.”
    â€œNo, you probably can’t. So you must find a way to get beneath that shell.”
    â€œIf there’s nothing there?” It was a protest of sorts. She’d fought so hard to keep apart.
    â€œSomething must be put there. What about those friends of his?”
    â€œCon and Hawk? He seems willing to talk of their boyhood pranks.”
    â€œPrecisely. Where are they? He needs old friends, friends who will make him face the difficult

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