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“Plans for what?”
“When I was swimming through that foul water, I decided.” He went to his lockbox and opened it. “I was going to have it remade before I asked you. It seemed symbolic somehow.” He glared at her. “Now I’ll just have to do without.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry?”
Then Maximus did something very strange: he went on one knee before her.
“This isn’t right at all,” he said, continuing to glare as if he found it all her fault.
She sat up. “What are you doing?”
“Artemis Greaves, will you do me the honor of—”
“Are you insane?” she demanded. “What of your father? Your conviction that you must marry for the dukedom?”
“My father is dead,” he said softly. “And I’ve decided the dukedom can go hang.”
“But—”
“Hush,” he snapped. “I’m trying to propose to you properly even without my mother’s necklace.”
“But why?” she asked. “You think my brother is mad.”
“He seemed sane enough to me the last time I saw him,” Maximus said kindly. “He tried to attack me.”
She goggled. “Most would take that as confirmation of his madness.”
He shrugged, reaching into the lockbox for the pendant she’d worn about her neck for so long. It lay next to the other six emeralds, all recovered now that the last had been taken from Noakes’s dead body. “He thought I’d seduced his sister.”
“Oh.” She blushed, still uncomfortable with the thought of Apollo knowing about… that.
“I know that this is rather disappointing,” he said as he slipped off his signet ring and threaded it on the chain the pendant still hung on. “But I intend to make you respectable.”
“Not because of what Penelope said?” she protested.
“No.” He put the necklace over her head, settling the ring and the pendant between her breasts with care. The brush of his warm fingers made her nipples peak. “Well, yes, in a way. I don’t want you to think that I would allow anyone to call you such. I vowed it to myself when I was searching for you underwater. That if I could get you out alive…” He cleared his throat, frowning. “Anyway, you can wear the necklace at the wedding.”
“Maximus.” She took his face, making him look up at her. “I don’t want to marry you simply because you want to protect my name. If—”
Her heartfelt protest was interrupted by him lunging at her and taking her mouth. He kissed her thoroughly, openmouthed, until she had trouble remembering what exactly they’d been talking about.
When he broke the kiss, he still held her tight, almost as if he were afraid to let her go. “I love you, my Diana. I’ve loved you, I think, since I discovered you walking barefoot in my woods. Even when I thought I couldn’t marry you, I fully intended to keep you by my side forever.” He pulled back to look at her and she saw to her absolute astonishment that there was a trace—a very small trace—of uncertainty in his expression. He smoothed a thumb down the side of her face. “You mustn’t leave me. Without you there’s no light in the world. No laughter. No purpose. Even if for some silly reason you don’t wish to marry me, promise me at least—”
“Hush.” She cupped his face in her hands. “Yes, I’ll marry you, you foolish man. I love you. I suppose I’ll even wear your mother’s extravagant necklace—though it won’t look nearly as good on me as it would’ve on Penelope. I’ll do anything you want, just so that we can remain together. Forever.”
He surged up over her at that, capturing her mouth, surrounding her with his strong, possessive arms.
When at last he allowed her to draw breath she saw that he was frowning sternly at her. “We’ll marry in three months. You’ll wear the Wakefield emeralds and the earbobs I’ll have made, but mark me well, you are confused. No one would look better in those emeralds than you. Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.”
Epilogue
Tam cried out his sister’s name, expecting Lin to turn to ash before his eyes. But a strange thing happened when Lin touched the earth: nothing at all. She bent her head and whispered something into the ear of the little white dog, whereupon the animal leaped from her arms to the ground and stood wagging his tail. Immediately the wild hunt’s horses and riders fell from the sky, each one assuming his mortal shape as he landed on the earth. The last to descend from the sky was King Herla himself. He stepped from his horse and as his booted foot touched the ground he drew a deep, shuddering breath, tilting his head back to feel the rays of the dawning sun upon his face.
Then he smiled and looked down at Lin, his eyes no longer pale. Now they were a warm brown. “You’ve saved me, brave little maiden. Your courage, cleverness, and unwavering love has broken the curse set on me, my men, and your own brother.”
At his words the men of his retinue threw their hats into the air, cheering.
“I owe you everything I have,” King Herla said to Lin. “Ask what you will for your reward and it is yours.”
