Re: log: vanessa i, dracula, mina m
When he took her hand, what was that strange sensation? What was that rippling sense that all was not right, as if someone had dropped a stone directly into the center of her thoughts? But it was gone as soon as it had come to her, so quick that it could have been him, or almost anyone else at this gathering. Perhaps the murderer lingered still.
She was skilled at dissembling, and that sensation passed through her without altering her small smile. He was a courteous man, surely. A light touch with his lips, none of the slobbering of a wolf in sheep's clothing. Perhaps the sheepskin was simply very fine.
She arched a brow when he mentioned titles long past that he had left behind. "There are still men in this world who would do anything for that which you have set aside," she said, lips parted slightly in surprise. She inclined her head toward him. "This was your choice?" Scandal might also have stripped him from those titles he would not name. Or propriety. He might be in England anonymously, or evading a bounty. Her eyes lit up, despite her tight control. The old fire for adventure still existed in her, as closely as she guarded it. "Where do you conduct your business in London?" she asked. "I might call on you there, some afternoon." So careful not to call on a single gentleman at his home. She had learned her lesson from - well, best not to even think his name.