Very bad," she muttered. Benedict looked up. "Did you say something?" She crossed her arms mutinously. "Just that you're a very bad man." He chuckled. She'd known he would chuckle, and it still irritated her. He pulled the curtain away from the window and looked out. "We're nearly there," he said. He'd said that he was taking her directly to his mother's residence. Sophie remembered the grand house in Grosvenor Square as if she'd been there the night before. The ballroom was huge, with hundreds of sconces on the walls, each adorned by a perfect beeswax candle. The smaller rooms had been decorated in the Adam style, with exquisitely scalloped ceilings and pale, pastel walls. It had been Sophie's dream house, quite literally. In all her dreams of Benedict and their fictional future together, she'd always seen herself in that house. It was silly, she knew, since he was a second son and thus not in line to inherit the property, but still, it was the most beautiful home she'd ever beheld, and dreams weren't meant to be about reality, anyway. If Sophie had wanted to dream her way right into Kensington Palace, that was her prerogative. Of course, she thought with a wry smile, she wasn't likely ever to see the interior of Kensington Palace. "What are you smiling about?" Benedict demanded. She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise." He grinned- not that she was looking at him, but it was one of those smiles she could hear in the way he breathed. She hated that she was that sensitive to his every nuance. Especially since she had a sneaking suspicion that he was the same way about her. "At least it sounds entertaining," he said. "What does?" she asked, finally moving her eyes from the lower hem of the curtain, which she'd been staring at for what seemed like hours. "My demise," he said, his smile crooked and amused. "If you're going to kill me, you might as well enjoy yourself while you're at it, because Lord knows, I won't." Her jaw dropped a good inch. "You're mad," she said. "Probably." He shrugged rather casually before settling back in his seat and propping his feet up on the bench across from him. "I've all but kidnapped you, after all. I should think that would qualify as the maddest thing I've ever done." "You could let me go now," she said, even though she knew he never would. "Here in London? Where you could be attacked by footpads at any moment? That would be most irresponsible of me, don't you think?" "It hardly compares to abducting me against my will!" "I didn't abduct you," he said, idly examining his fingernails. "I blackmailed you. There's a world of difference." Sophie was saved from having to reply by the jolt of the carriage as it ground to a halt. -Sophie & Benedict
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