inner that night was an excruciating affair of tempers tested to their limit, at least for Stefan. He had been unable to have a private word with Alicia, and when he did, he still wasn’t sure what he was going to say to her. On the one hand, she was the most amiable mistress he had ever had, and he would hate to lose that. On the other hand, he had absolutely no desire for her at present.

That would change, undoubtedly, when he stopped torturing himself over Tanya. But Alicia wasn’t the type of woman who would just sit back and wait while he agonized over another. It wasn’t even fair of him to ask. It wasn’t fair of him, either, to put her aside when he had assured her that wouldn’t happen. That he was undecided on what to do not only was aggravating, it wasn’t like him.

Then he had found himself actually walking the floor in a state of nervous unease when Alicia had taken Tanya upstairs to show her to her room. The two of them alone together, one woman in the habit of wielding knives, though thank God she no longer wore them, the other in the habit of protecting what was hers, and Alicia still considered him hers. It didn’t bear thinking of, what could happen. But nothing did, at least nothing that either of them cared to let him know about. And that, incredibly, annoyed him more than the fact that he’d worried about it.

Even Sandor’s man not showing up to speak with him, after Alicia had assured him the fellow would put in an appearance, had infuriated Stefan, especially since he had prepared a missive for the man to take to his father. But the man must have merely noted his arrival and left to return to Cardinia immediately, without even asking after the princess, whom Sandor would also be anxious to hear about.

And what was he going to tell Sandor in the end about Tanya? The truth? Only half the truth?

Sandor was going to blame himself for Tanya’s deplorable upbringing. Stefan half blamed him himself. To have sent only one person with the child, and not to have taken into consideration that something might happen to that single guardian... no, he couldn’t tell his father the entire truth. He was going to be upset enough that Tanya hadn’t been raised properly. He didn’t have to know just how improperly she had turned out. But Stefan had never lied to him before. That he would start doing so, and for a woman, was intolerable.

Obviously, he was in a mood to be irritated by the slightest little thing today, but he supposed, after all those weeks at sea, he was due to let off a little steam. No, it seemed more that Tanya was going to ensure that he did. First her strange behavior in her cabin, then again in the coach. He had expected her to be a little different after he’d been told that she no longer doubted her identity or theirs, but all that inane chat­ter? And such drastic mood swings? If she had set out to exasperate him, she couldn’t have succeeded more thoroughly, for trying to figure out what she was up to—and he didn’t doubt she was up to some­thing—was unbelievably frustrating.

And what the devil did Vasili think he was doing, making over Alicia tonight as if she were his mistress instead of Stefan’s? For Tanya’s benefit? Since when did Vasili want to protect Tanya’s feelings? And Al­icia was only halfheartedly playing along with it. But Tanya wasn’t stupid. And she had witnessed that kiss. And she didn’t care. That was the most annoying thing yet today. She didn’t give a damn that she was sitting at the same table with his mistress. Any other woman would, if only for the sake of form, but not his future bride.

He watched her now, sitting between Lazar and Serge, talking with them, laughing occasionally. He had never seen her like this before, at ease, apparently enjoying herself—not angry. Had he stayed away from her longer than necessary? No, he still couldn’t be near her without wanting her. It was no more than she had said—she now liked Lazar and Serge both. That in no way meant she felt any differently about him. And for all her chatter that morning, she hadn’t spoken one word to him all evening. In fact, she spoke to everyone but him. But every so often she would glance his way and smile, and he’d grit his teeth, wondering why.

Stefan didn’t know it, but his eyes were lit to the scorching point. Tanya knew it, and that was the only reason she was able to act as if she didn’t have a care in the world, when in fact she felt like breaking every dish on the table over Stefan’s head. And she found she was rather good at pretense, much better than Alicia, who had offered friendship with malice in her eyes.

She still couldn’t believe that woman’s gall this afternoon. No sooner had they entered the bedroom where Tanya was to sleep that night than the redhead had asked, “Has Stefan told you yet that your mar­riage will be in name only?”

“No, I suppose he forgot to mention that.”

“Oh, you poor girl.” Alicia had oozed sympathy. “You must have been dreading... well, I’m glad I can at least relieve your mind on that score. And you needn’t thank me. I know how disappointed you must have been when he showed up to claim you. Those scars do take getting used to.”

“What scars?” Tanya asked, and was immensely pleased to see Alicia lose her whole train of thought, as well as her false smile.

“That isn’t funny, Princess.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Are you saying you don’t mind his scars?”

Tanya turned and walked to the window to stare outside, saying nothing at all. Behind her, she heard Alicia snort.

“That’s what I thought,” the redhead sneered, then switched back to her let’s‑be‑friends tone. “But I was trying to tell you that you won’t have to worry about him playing the husband with you, not while I’m around. And don’t worry about being lonely either. Stefan won’t mind how many lovers you take, as long as you don’t make a scandal out of it. And I’ll be able to help you in that respect.”

“You know all about being discreet, do you?”

“Certainly.”

It occurred to Tanya that if she had been dreading her coming marriage, she might have been naively grateful to Alicia for her assurances. However, she knew damn well those assurances hadn’t been given to be helpful, but for the opposite reason. If she had fallen in love with Stefan, her expectations were now supposed to have burst. If she were merely unde­cided, she’d just been warned to forget it, that he was already taken. And she had the feeling, knowing how angry her imagined lovers from the past made Stefan, he would mind if she took new ones, so Alicia was also setting the groundwork to cause one hell of a lot of trouble.

Tanya turned around to face Alicia, though with the window at her back, the fury brimming in her green eyes went unnoticed. Her tone, however, was unmistakably frigid. “I know a little about discretion myself, so I’m going to be discreet right now and not tell you what I think of your kind of help.”

Alicia’s eyes narrowed, showing that she gave up the pretense. “You would do well to get along with me, Princess. With a word to Stefan, I’ll have you begging my pardon.”

“Is that so? You think you have that much influ­ence with the king?”

“I know I do,” she said with total confidence.

“Well, the king doesn’t happen to have any influ­ence with me—yet—so don’t count on my begging your pardon for anything. Nor do I need him to fight my battles for me, as you do. You would do well to remember that.”

Alicia merely stuck her nose up in the air and huffed out of there. Tanya turned back to the window and counted to fifty, then a hundred, then way beyond that. When she was finally calm enough to unclench her fists and think rationally, she decided she wouldn’t kill that woman. She’d give Stefan the ben­efit of the doubt. Maybe Alicia had been told to wait for him here because he had doubted he would even find Tanya. Or maybe he had originally intended to keep his mistress close at hand, because what Tanya didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Well, she did know, and he was smart enough to know she did after that kiss that was bestowed on him at the door. So she decided to give him the rest of the afternoon to get rid of the woman.

Only he hadn’t done that. She’d walked into the dining room tonight to find Alicia sitting there, and not at a prudent distance from Stefan, but right next to him.

The redhead was decked out in some very splendid finery that made her look almost pretty, and she’d been laughing at some comment from Vasili, who was sitting on her other side at the table. But when she noticed Tanya, her lips curved in a smug little smile that was almost the last straw. Tanya had given Stefan his chance and he’d tossed it away, proving that he didn’t care what she thought or how she would react. So she wasn’t going to react. That was, after all, her only pride­-saving option under the circumstances. And, Lord help her, it was the hardest thing she’d ever done, containing that much seething anger without revealing one little bit of it. But her performance became easier when she finally noticed that her lack of reaction was, for some reason, annoying Stefan so much that his eyes were glowing like golden fire.