After the card game Regina expected everyone to leave. To her surprise, they all stayed.

Harrison had dinner served and everyone adjourned into the dining room. Regina was once again seated next to him. This time he was on her right. On her left was Lord Quentin.

Directly across from her was Lord Mannis. On the left, Miss Emily. On the right, Cora.

“I hope you will forgive the simplicity of the menu,” Harrison said. Regina had taken to calling him that in her head. At this point it seemed silly to keep adding the ‘Lord’ at the beginning.

“You know I don’t care so long as there’s wine,” Lord Mannis said.

“And he wonders why his health declines so rapidly,” Miss Emily said with a heavy, exaggerated sigh.

Regina kept quiet. She’d been quiet throughout the card game. Hopefully none of the others would notice that her quiet had changed after the almost-kiss.

Before, she had been quiet because she had been observing. Harrison had been right, she had learned a lot about how to read other players. But now… now she was quiet because her thoughts were in turmoil.

She was quite embarrassed, for one thing. Kissing was something to be done in private. She also felt oddly ashamed, although she knew logically that she had no reason to be. Kisses were private but not shameful.

It was just—Harrison was in love with someone else. Her sister, Bridget. And now she was reminded that she’d practically sold her sister to Harrison to get his help.

The feelings of heat and anticipation she’d felt when she’d been nearly kissed certainly weren’t helping. Regina put that down to it being her first real kiss, anyway. And Harrison was a handsome man. There was no denying that.

But to focus on it as anything more than that? Folly. And now she was spending all of this time dwelling on it.

She felt the warmth from Harrison’s body before she saw him lean into her. “I hope they didn’t embarrass you too much.”

He sounded amused but also wary. She looked up into his face and saw his brows drawn together—he was truly concerned about her.

“I apologize if I’ve been quiet. I just have this… fear, I suppose you might call it. I fear saying the wrong thing.”

“You’re in good company here,” Harrison replied. “I don’t think any of us has learned proper manners.”

“You certainly are all rather…” Regina searched for words.

“Unconventional?” Harrison suggested. His lips twitched in amusement.

Regina nodded. “Yes. Let us go with that.”

He gave a low laugh that she felt all the way at the base of her spine.

“I suppose that is what happens when society and fortune are less than kind. You’re getting a taste for it yourself, my little gambler.”

Regina felt herself instinctively puff up with pride at the possessive tone in his voice and his choice of words. The ‘my’ in there made her feel…

She didn’t know. It just made her feel happy.

Regina shook herself out of such feelings. Harrison was merely being teasing again. It seemed to be his natural state.

“It seems nice,” she said. “That you have all found one another.”

“We can be ourselves when we are together,” Harrison replied. “We will keep our secret for now, to be on the safe side. But other than our little scheme, you can trust them. You are in good company here.”

“Oi, you two, stop whispering sweet nothings,” Lord Mannis said.

“I think Harrison is rather scheming with her,” Cora said. “He has that look in his eye.”

“Planning to run away to Gretna Green, no doubt,” Lord Quentin said.

Regina was seized with a desire to one-up them. She wanted to banter with these people. She wanted to prove that she was able to hold her own against them in wit.

“How do you know that we have not already done so?” She asked, turning to look Lord Quentin in the eye.

Lord Quentin choked on his wine. Harrison barked out a laugh.

“Quite the little minx when she wants to be, isn’t she?” He said. He reached an arm around Regina’s shoulders again, drawing her to him.

She looked up into his face. Harrison was smiling down at her. He had a proud and mischievous smile on his face.

Oberon, Regina thought. She smiled back at him.

“Oh goodness, stop looking sickeningly in love for two seconds,” Cora snapped. “Some of us are pining in vain over here, you know.”

“Don’t be bitter, darling, it gives you wrinkles,” Miss Eliza said, passing Cora a plate of potatoes.

“If you did go to Gretna Green and got yourselves married,” Lord Mannis said, “And didn’t tell me, your best friend…”

“Lord Quentin is my best friend,” Harrison said.

“And didn’t tell me, your best friend,” Lord Mannis repeated with emphasis.

Lord Quentin casually sent Lord Mannis a rude gesture.

“Gentlemen, if we could not go to pistols at dark over something that actually hasn’t even happened yet…” Miss Eliza said.

“Dark?” Cora asked. “Doesn’t really have a ring to it, does it? Not like ‘pistols at dawn.’”

“I hate getting up early in the morning,” Miss Eliza explained.

“What I would like,” Lord Quentin said, “Is to know a bit more about Miss Regina. All that we know is her family name and that she has at least one sister. Personally, if she’s run away with Harrison’s heart, I should like to know more about her.”

“Hear, hear,” said Miss Eliza.

Regina realized that four pairs of eyes were now on her. She wanted to shrink back against Harrison. Perhaps even to bury her face into his chest simply so that she didn’t have to look at anyone. But that was not only childish, it was wildly inappropriate.

“There’s not much about me to know,” Regina admitted.

“Surely there must be something,” Miss Eliza said.

“No girl raised by Miss Bridget Hartfield could be boring,” Cora stated.

“Oh, but I am,” Regina said. “Bridget’s the star of the family. My sister Elizabeth, you might have heard of her, she’s made a name for herself for her temper.”

“And her middle sister Miss Natalie has made a name for herself as a flirt,” Harrison added.

“Is Elizabeth Hartfield the one that Denny likes?” Lord Mannis asked.

“Does everyone besides Elizabeth know that he feels for her?” Regina blurted out.

She wasn’t surprised that she didn’t know about such things. But for Mr. Denny to be pining and Elizabeth to know nothing of it was surprising.

“Poor man has taken great pains to hide it,” Harrison said. “Your sister is not known for being gentle with suitors.”

This was true. Regina could hardly refute that.

“You mean to say you have three sisters?” Miss Eliza asked.

“Four. I have another sister, Louisa.”

“It goes Bridget, Louisa, Natalie, Elizabeth, and then little Puck here,” Harrison explained.

“You gave her a nickname,” Miss Eliza said. “I am going to be sick in the soup tureen.”

“By all means,” Harrison replied, not at all perturbed by this announcement. “I hate that tureen, it was a gift from a ghastly great-aunt.”

“Surely you have interests,” Cora said. “You don’t sit around and do nothing all day.”

“I like to read,” Regina said. “Lord Harrison was kind enough to show me his library. I’ve spent days in it. I’ve read every book in our library at home.”

“Oh goodness, she still gives him an honorific,” Miss Eliza snorted. “Dear, you might as well drop that. A simple Harrison will do if you’re not comfortable with his first name.”

“Not all of us are ingrates who flaunt Christian names about,” Lord Quentin teased.

“Edmund,” Miss Eliza replied. “Edmund, Edmund, Edmund. There.”

“You are all children,” Cora muttered. To Regina she said, “Indeed? Reading? You shall have to tell me some of the books you’ve read.”

Now that, Regina could do. She started with a passionate explanation of the latest book she had read, a most diverting novel written anonymously. The author’s name had been given only as “A Lady.” She was wildly curious to know who the author was.

“If only so that I might thank her,” Regina explained. “Her wit is insightful and cutting. There was this one passage where she spoke of a gentleman whose Christian name was Richard. She said…”

“That he ‘had never done anything to entitle himself to more than the abbreviation of his name,’” Cora quoted.

Miss Eliza laughed with delight and Regina smiled. Cora gave her a small, almost private smile. Regina got the feeling that Cora didn’t smile very often. She felt special for having earned one.

They continued to discuss books for a while. Finally, a subject that Regina felt comfortable with. She knew a great many books. She had even read some books of law that her father kept.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to be reading those. But when she had found herself bored and with no new books or knitting, what else was she supposed to do?

Sometime around dessert she admitted that her other passion was needlepoint. “I’m afraid I am not one for riding or shooting or any of that,” she confessed.

“But you go to balls, do you not?” Miss Eliza asked.

“Very reluctantly.”

“Why ever so?” Miss Eliza didn’t seem upset or teasing. She sounded genuinely confused. “I’m sure you must find your company sought after.”

Regina shook her head. “I am not comfortable with crowds or strangers. I’m not overly fond of dancing. And…”

Her voice trailed off as she thought of the things that had been said of her over the years. How people said she was too drab and quiet. Or they said that she was rude on the few occasions she did speak out.

She thought of how the men were never interested in her. Or if they did speak to her they generally made her uncomfortable. And, more often than not, they were only speaking to her to get close to one of her sisters.

Far from being sought out, she was quite certain that if she had disappeared off the face of the earth, most of society wouldn’t have noticed.

Something of her distress must have shown on her face. A moment after, she felt the firm press of lips at the top of her head. She had forgotten that Harrison still had his arm around her, and that she was all but tucked against his side.

“Puck here underestimates herself,” Harrison said. “She hasn’t been given the chance to shine, that’s all.”

“And Oberon here has far too much faith in me,” she added, and she meant it.

She tilted her head up to be able to look into Harrison’s face. He gave her a flat, unimpressed look. His eyes twinkled, though—probably because of the nickname.

“I see nothing wrong with your interests,” Cora said. “From what I hear, most people seem to think all that a woman should do is needlepoint and reading. I should think that most would applaud you.”

“Men only want a woman to be quiet like that once the wooing is done,” Lord Quentin pointed out. “Up until then they want a flirtatious girl who will dance with them. Someone they can easily impress.”

“You mean someone who will say yes,” Lord Mannis pointed out. “And not just to marriage. If you catch my meaning.”

“Darling there’s no need to be crass,” Miss Eliza said.

“It’s the truth,” Lord Mannis replied. “I know it pains you my dear but not everyone is as pure of mind as you. Many men are impatient. They don’t want to wait until wedlock.”

“Surely that’s why brothels were invented,” Lord Quentin joked.

“Times like these I am glad that I take pleasure in women,” Cora said. “No man will take me for sport.”

“I hadn’t realized this was so…” Regina searched for the right word. “Prevalent.”

“It happens more often than people want to believe,” Harrison said. Perhaps she was imagining it but it felt as though his grip on her tightened slightly in a protective gesture.

“Everyone wants sex,” Cora said dismissively. “And if one is smart about it there’s nothing wrong with that. But men will convince a girl that they shall marry her. They sleep with her, and then leave her. The poor thing is then left heartbroken.”

“And God forbid anyone finds out,” Lord Mannis added. “Then the girl is ruined.”

“Always the girl and never the man,” Miss Eliza said.

“I think it can be valuable, as long as both parties are respectful,” Lord Quentin said. “Goodness knows I didn’t know what I was doing the first few times. Can you imagine if it was with my wife? I’d have disappointed her terribly.”

“So you disappointed a prostitute instead,” Miss Eliza said.

“They are used to disappointment,” Cora added dryly.

Regina was back to feeling uncomfortable. To hear intimacy spoken of so openly? It was unheard of. Especially to have it spoken of as something that could be done between people who were unmarried—to be said that it wasn’t necessarily a sin.

“Nothing is either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” Lord Mannis said. “Shakespeare’s a little overdone if you ask me but he could be an insightful bloke.”

Regina thought about that. “You’re saying that sex doesn’t necessarily have to be just between a man and wife?”

“It doesn’t make sense, does it?” Lord Mannis said. “We’re told that it’s a sin and then when we’re married we’re told we must do it. I think sex is commonly an expression of pleasure, and at its best an expression of love.”

Regina thought about that. She had snuck some interesting passages and pictures in her time. She knew generally how sex worked. But she hadn’t really thought much about it until now.

She’d had no reason to, after all. She’d had idle little crushes, thinking this person looked handsome and so on. But she’d never truly lusted after anyone. And so why think of sex when she couldn’t think of someone to do it with?

“I think we’ve made her uncomfortable,” Cora noted. She was looking at Regina, her eyes piercing. Regina suspected that Cora saw far more than Regina or anyone else wanted her to see.

“Do you play cards?” Miss Eliza asked. “You were just watching us earlier. But I’d like to play again. I want to try and finally beat Harrison.”

“I’ve never played before,” Regina said honestly.

“You and I can play as a team,” Cora said. “No, Harrison, she can’t play with you. That’s completely unfair. And you can’t monopolize her all night.”

“You’ve caught me out,” Harrison said lightly. He tucked some of Regina’s hair behind her ear again. “What can I say? I like to keep her close.”

It was so that he could mentor her, of course. To Cora and the others, however, it was a gesture of romantic affection. It was hard for Regina not to see it that way as well.

This was a problem. Regina wasn’t the sort that could just pretend the way that Harrison obviously could. She would have to learn so that she could pretend at the masquerade. Pretend to be someone else. Someone with confidence.

But right now, she was still just Regina. And right now, Harrison’s behavior was doing things to her. Making her skin feel just a little too tight and hot.

“Cards it is, then,” Lord Quentin said.

The servants started to clear dinner while everyone retired back to the parlor. Regina was seated between Cora and Harrison once more.

“All right,” Cora said. “The most valuable lesson I can teach you is how to gamble.”

“Isn’t that the same as learning how to play cards?” Regina asked.

“Oh, no. Playing cards is one thing. How you handle your money is another. You can use your money to intimidate others, or lull them into a false sense of security. You can win everything at once. Or you can build up slowly.”

Lord Quentin shuffled this time.

Harrison winked at Regina. “Careful, Cora, I’ll think you’re trying to steal her away.”

“You did say you prefer redheads,” Lord Mannis quipped.

“She’s far too young for me, as I believe I’ve already said once,” Cora replied calmly. “And if my simple presence is enough to worry you, Harrison, perhaps you have to woo her better.”

Harrison laughed. “I assure you I can woo whomever I please.”

“Really? You failed spectacularly with me,” Miss Eliza pointed out.

“Who said I was really trying with you?” Harrison shot back.

“Children, children,” Cora said. She sounded bored. “Quentin, do deal us out, will you please?”

Once the cards were dealt, Cora showed Regina her cards.

Harrison suddenly leaned over, his mouth right at Regina’s ear. She knew it was only so that Cora didn’t hear him but she couldn’t help herself. His lips were brushing her skin and his voice was low and warm. She shivered.

“Don’t look at yourself,” Harrison whispered. “Look at the others. Play based on them. That’s how you win.”

Cora began going over the rules with Regina. Regina tried to listen, but she also kept an eye on the other players.

Look at the others.

As they began to play, Regina paid attention to the others. Lord Mannis was reckless. Miss Eliza worked to throw others off. Lord Quentin was stuck to his methodology.

She could play off of this. They reminded her of her sisters, in fact. Lord Mannis was like Natalie, reckless and in it for fun. Miss Eliza was like Elizabeth—ironic given they shared a name. Both worked to fluster others and knock them off their game.

Lord Quentin was like Louisa, patient and methodical. Sometimes playing it too safe. Stuck in his ways.

That left Cora. Regina was surprised to find that comparing Cora to Bridget made a perfect match. Both were enigmatic. You couldn’t tell what they were thinking. They balanced out those around them. And they knew this game inside and out.

Regina let Cora handle the rules. She knew she’d pick them up just by playing enough times. Repetition was all that she needed.

Right she would look at the people. Play against them.

As the game started, Regina would whisper to Cora what she thought they should do. Sometimes Cora would do something else. This would be because her knowledge of the game beat Regina’s reading of an opponent. But for the most part, she listened.

It was a kind of rush to have someone listen to her. She still didn’t talk much but she didn’t feel left out of the conversation. It felt like she was included even if she didn’t say a word.

It was very much unlike her previous dealings with groups. If balls were like this she would have liked them a lot more. She no longer felt like a mouse, or the least of her sisters, or judged. She felt valued just as she was.

As she watched the others and made suggestions based on their behavior, their pile of money grew. The pile of money in the middle grew as well.

Before long, the only person who was still holding their own against them was Harrison. He wasn’t beating them outright. It was more neck and neck. But when it came to money he was matching them piece for piece.

Regina felt a little thrill. She actively wanted to win. She wanted to beat the others. Was this the gambler’s rush that people talked about? Was this why people became addicted?

It felt a little like she was on a hunt. Only in this hunt, she didn’t have to spill blood. Money and honor were at stake. And finally, her habit of observing people was paying off.

All those years of just sitting without saying anything. All those times she’d watched and listened. Now it meant she could know exactly what each person was thinking and what they would do. It was almost like she could predict the future in that way.

It was terribly exhilarating.

“I thought you said you hadn’t played before,” Lord Mannis said suspiciously.

“I suspect that her beau has been tutoring her on the side,” Miss Eliza said. She gave Harrison a shrewd look.

“Believe me, I haven’t taught her a thing. She’s just a natural.”

As he said it, Harrison sent her another one of his small smiles. Although the others could probably see it if they chose to look, Regina had a feeling it was meant only for her. It made heat rise to her cheeks again.

Damn it, she thought, mentally indulging herself in a swear. What was wrong with her?

“This game will go on forever if we don’t put an end to it,” Lord Quentin said. He threw down his cards.

“That’s the trouble with loo,” Lord Mannis replied. “It only ends when everyone is too poor to play.”

“I am happy to declare either Harrison or our two-woman team the winners,” Miss Eliza said. “They’ve quite nearly cleaned me out.”

Regina looked over at Harrison. She didn’t want to stop playing. She hadn’t beaten him yet. She’d never thought of herself as competitive but now she was seized with it. She wanted to win.

She also didn’t quite have her brain wrapped around the rules. But those were a matter of practice. She wasn’t worried.

“Look at Miss Regina.” Lord Mannis laughed. “She wants to keep playing.”

“You really must work on hiding your emotions,” Miss Eliza said. “You are an excellent first-time player but I can see everything you’re thinking.”

Harrison chuckled. “Yes, I’ve noticed the same thing. We’ll work on that.”

“Don’t tell me you intend to throw this girl to the wolves,” Cora objected.

“Maybe I would like to be thrown to the wolves,” Regina replied.

Cora arched an eyebrow. “You might be more like your sister than I had thought.”

Regina didn’t know what that meant. She was dying with curiosity about it. She wanted to know what Bridget had been like as a child. She wanted to know what her mother had been like. What her entire family had been like. She didn’t remember it very well.

But discussing it in front of the others wasn’t a good idea. Not because it was scandalous but it was private. Personal.

Harrison spoke up, anyway, so even if she’d wanted to say something the moment was gone.

“Nobody is throwing anyone to the wolves,” he said. “Including throwing themselves. I’m merely helping her to get good at something I am also good at. Can a man not have a protégé? I do call her Puck rather than Titania, after all.”

“And that doesn’t have any homoerotic undertones,” Lord Quentin muttered.

“If you’re all going to get into another literary debate,” Miss Eliza stated, “I need more alcohol.”

“I think that we should all retire,” Cora said firmly. It once again reminded Regina of Bridget. Cora was acting as the mother of the group, the same way that Bridget would.

“Probably fair,” Lord Mannis said. He pulled out a watch. “Good Lord, is that the time?”

Regina started. She looked up at the clock on the mantelpiece. She had been at Harrison’s all afternoon and evening. What would Aunt Jane think? Would she be worried?

“There’s no reason for you all to drive home,” Harrison said. “You are all welcome to use the bedrooms.”

“There are only four of them,” Miss Eliza pointed out. Obviously she and Lord Mannis would share, Regina thought. “Will Miss Regina be sharing with you?”

“Miss Regina’s residence is only a short walk away,” Harrison answered. “I can escort her.”

Lord Quentin stood up. “I, for one, could do with some quiet. It was lovely to meet you, Miss Regina.” He bowed to her. “I hope that we shall see more of you in the near future.”

“I believe that you shall,” Regina replied, curtsying.

Lord Quentin started walking towards the door. “I claim the Ocean Room,” he said.

Miss Eliza jumped up at that. “Oh no you don’t! You got that room last time and we had to make do with the nursery!”

Lord Quentin started running at that. Miss Eliza took off after him. Judging by the thumping on the stairs, they were racing for the room.

Lord Mannis stood up and sighed. “I suppose I had better stop her from scratching him.”

“You say that as if you are any less of a spitfire than she is,” Harrison pointed out.

Lord Mannis laughed. “Touché.” He bowed to Regina and Cora. “Ladies. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Regina. I echo Quentin’s sentiment.”

He then exited.

Regina looked at Harrison, curious. “The nursery?”

“One of the bedrooms was my nursery when I was a child,” Harrison explained. “It has since been converted into a normal bedroom. It is done up in a lovely soft powder blue color. Miss Eliza prefers the darker blues and green accents of the bedroom known as the Ocean Room. As does Quentin. It’s an ongoing battle.”

“I prefer the Lilac Room myself,” Cora said. “It’s done up in pastel blues and purples.”

For a moment there was a pause. A heavy one. Then Cora spoke once more.

“I hope that you both know what you are doing.”

Harrison tried to speak, but Cora cut him off. “Now, far be it from me to tell people who to love. But I have seen the dangers of it. Once I nearly brought ruin upon the woman I loved.”

“The one you’re still pining after?” Regina asked.

Cora nodded. Her eyes looked heavy. Everything about her looked heavy. It was as though she wanted to sink into the floor. “We were foolish. We were all but discovered. Fortunately our families had only suspicions. No concrete evidence. It could have gone much worse.”

“I can assure you,” Harrison said. His tone was a low growl. It sent shivers up Regina’s spine and made her skin feel hot all over. She loved that growl but it also scared her. She was glad that she was not on the receiving end of it. “No one will discover anything untoward between Miss Regina and me.”

“See to it that they don’t,” Cora said. Her tone grew icy and hard.

Regina felt caught in the middle. Both seemed deadly to her. Harrison was fire and Cora was ice. But neither were to be trifled with.

“If it is discovered that you and she have shared an understanding, the kind of understanding only a husband and wife are permitted to have, it will ruin her.” Cora’s eyes flashed. “Not just her. Her sisters as well.”

Cora turned to Regina, her expression softening. “You are young. It is easy to see only the goodness of love. I know how when one is with your lover, you can forget the dangers. But you mustn’t. It is not worth being thrown away by society.”

“Society will not throw her away. Society will know nothing.” Harrison made it sound like a command. Like he could order the very universe, make the future bend to his will.

“I understand why you are afraid,” Harrison added. “You are sensible. But I will be cautious. We both will be. No rumors shall start of a liaison between Miss Regina and me. I can promise you that, if nothing else.”

For a moment they stood there, poised like tigers. Neither one wanting to give an inch. It was like Elizabeth and Natalie bickering, only worse.

Regina couldn’t stand it anymore. “Has it occurred to either of you,” she said, “That I am in the room and do not appreciate being spoken of as if I am not?”

Both turned to look at her. Shock was writ large on both of their faces.

It felt a little like Regina’s stomach had turned inside out. But she’d spoken now. She had to continue.

“I appreciate your thoughtful words, Cora.” She took a deep breath. “And I understand why you are concerned. But Harrison and I have taken pains to be undiscovered.

“Nor,” she added when she saw Cora about to speak, “Will either of us let our guard down. We’ll be vigilant. I promise you.”

She then looked at Harrison. “Your protectiveness is appreciated. But I can fight my own battles as well. Or at least my half of our battles.”

Harrison laughed. “I told you she was a minx.”

“You are right, Miss Regina.” Cora inclined her head. “My apologies.”

She curtsied to both of them. “I wish you both a goodnight.” Then she left the room.

Regina wished she could stay. But it was already quite late. Aunt Jane would be worried.

“Shall I escort you home?” Harrison teased. “It is only a couple of buildings but trouble could still befall you.”

Regina laughed. The sound was startled out of her. “Certainly. Why not?”