A Lady by Midnight

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Authors: Tessa Dare
hard. “Er . . . I must be who?”
    A pretty young woman rose from a chair. She looked a few years younger than Kate, and she wore a frock of spotless, snowy muslin and an embroidered jade-green shawl. As she came to the center of the room, her expression was one of pure wonderment. She regarded Kate as one might a ghost, or a rare species of orchid.
    “It must be you.” The girl raised her hand and stretched two fingertips to the birthmark at Kate’s temple.
    Kate flinched out of instinct. She’d already been called a witch and a child of shame for that mark today.
    Now she found herself wrapped in a warm, impulsive hug.
    Caught between the two of them, Badger yipped.
    “Oh, dear.” Kate pulled back, flashing an apologetic smile. “I’d forgotten him.”
    The young woman in front of her laughed and smiled. “The pup is right to object. Where are my manners? Let’s begin again. Introductions first.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Lark Gramercy. How do you do?”
    Kate clasped the proffered hand. “Delighted, I’m sure.”
    Lark turned and indicated her companions in turn. “Here we have my sister Harriet.”
    “Harry,” the woman in question said. She rose from her chair and pumped Kate’s hand firmly. “Everyone calls me Harry.”
    Kate tried not to stare. Harriet, or Harry, was the most stunningly beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Without a trace of adornment in the form of rouge or jewels, her face was a symphony of perfection: pale, luminous skin, wide eyes, wine-red lips. A small beauty mark on one cheekbone added a sultry punctuation to the sweep of her dark eyelashes. She wore her jet-black hair parted to the side and pulled back in a severe chignon that emphasized the swannish curve of her neck. And despite all her classic feminine beauty, she was dressed in what seemed to be men’s attire. A chemisette with hardly any frill at the neck, a waistcoat cut in the style most gentlemen wore, and—most shocking of all—a divided skirt of gray wool, hemmed several inches too short for modesty.
    Good heavens. Kate could see the woman’s ankles.
    “My brother Bennett is off traveling the Hindu Kush, and our other sister, Calista, is married and living up North. But we have with us Aunt Marmoset.” Lark patted the shoulder of a seated woman in her later years.
    Kate blinked. “I’ve heard you wrong. I thought you said Aunt—”
    “Marmoset. Yes.” Lark smiled. “It’s properly Millicent, but as a child, I could never pronounce it. It always came out Marmoset, and the name just stuck.”
    “I resemble the name more every year,” Aunt Marmoset said good-naturedly.
    “Yes, old dear,” said Harry dryly. “I was just complaining the other day, if I have to pluck you down from one more tree—”
    “Oh, hush. I meant I’m small and spry and infectiously adorable.” The diminutive older woman stretched a bony hand toward Kate. Her grip was warmer and stronger than Kate would have expected. “It’s remarkable to see you, child.”
    Before Kate could puzzle out the old woman’s meaning, Lark was making her final introduction.
    “And this is our brother Evan. Lord Drewe.”
    Kate turned to the gentleman standing near the window. The marquess, she presumed.
    Lord Drewe made a deep, formal bow, which she tried to repay with her best curtsy. Here was a man, as they said, in his prime of life. Handsome, assured, worldly, and though he was doubtless responsible for hundreds, if not thousands, of tenants and dependents, he appeared to be in command of no one more than himself.
    Kate found herself rather awed in his presence. She could understand Mrs. Nichols’s excitement now.
    “The ancestral home is in Derbyshire. But we have a property over near Kenmarsh,” Lark explained. “It’s called Ambervale. Just a cottage, really. We’ve been summering there.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Kate dropped into a chair so the marquess might be seated. “And you’ve come to Spindle

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