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  Reluctantly, Coventry nodded his acquiescence.

  Gina felt bile rise in her throat. Augusta had nearly been raped. Because of her. Horror, like a thousand hairy spiders, crawled over her prickled flesh.

  “If it hadn’t been for Lord Ashley finding her when he did…” Mrs. Persimmons started to cry. “My poor, dear girl,” she mumbled in between her sobs.

  Lord Ashley answered Coventry’s unspoken question. “Nothing happened, though his intentions were plain. He’d taken her to a secluded corner of the garden where no one would hear her. Fortunately, I was able to get her away before anyone realized what had happened.”

  Gina couldn’t bear it. Coventry wouldn’t even look at her. It was as if what had occurred in this room a few minutes before had never happened.

  Icy panic trickled down her spine. Coventry blamed her too.

  She’d never meant…

  But it didn’t matter; she was responsible. God in heaven, what had she done? How could she have been so wrong about Mr. Carrington?

  “Why will she not waken?” Gina asked.

  “She hit her head on the corner of the stone bench in the struggle to get her away from Mr. Carrington.” For the first time, beneath the fury, Gina heard the note of panic in Lord Ashley’s voice.

  He loved her. Why hadn’t Gina seen it before? Her mind raced, thinking back over the past few weeks, recalling Lord Ashley’s conduct and his unusual devotion. She realized that she’d allowed his childhood behavior and her prejudice of rakes to taint her opinion of him.

  Gina looked closer and saw the thin trickle of blood running down Augusta’s temple. She fought the wave of nausea that curdled her stomach.

  Please, let her be all right.

  Coventry had called for Mrs. Jennings and Lord Ashley had carefully arranged Lady Augusta on the divan that had only moments ago been the scene of such heavenly passion.

  Coventry stared helplessly at his sister as Mrs. Jennings located Augusta’s vinaigrette in her reticule. It was obviously not in his nature to stand aside in matters of crisis. His eyes looked dull and lines of worry etched around his mouth, but Gina could tell that he longed to do something. To take out his vengeance on the man who had dared to harm his sister.

  Her mouth went dry. Or perhaps on the woman who had encouraged it.

  Mrs. Jennings moved the tiny silver box back and forth under Augusta’s nose. Augusta’s eyes fluttered open and widened in panic, which quickly turned to fear when she caught sight of her wild-eyed brother, before finally calming as her gaze settled upon Lord Ashley. She sighed, relieved. “You’re here.”

  Lord Ashley bent down on his knee next to her, clasping her gloved hands in his. “Where I intend to stay.” He dropped a tender kiss on her bleeding temple. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

  Augusta managed a shaky smile.

  There was no mistaking the import of what had just transpired between them. Augusta loved Lord Ashley as deeply as he loved her.

  Gina felt sick with the knowledge of what her interference had nearly done. Her prejudice toward Lord Ashley had blinded her to Mr. Carrington’s true character. How did she not recognize that beneath the thin veneer of manners and decorum lurked a despicable cad?

  Augusta tentatively turned to her brother, and it was all the encouragement Coventry needed. He exploded, his helplessness and his concern for his sister making him lash out. But unlike Gina, Augusta did not understand that his anger was rooted in fear and guilt.

  “I warned you about Carrington. How could you disobey me? Allowing a social climbing, fortune-hunter like him to corner you?” His voice shook. “Do you know how lucky you were that Ash was there? Do you realize what might have happened?”

  Terrified, Augusta visibly withered under his verbal blows.

  Gina stepped in at the same time as Lord Ashley, who looked as if he might strangle his friend. “That’s enough,” Gina said. “Can’t you see you’re frightening her?”

  From the shocked look on his face, it was clear that he hadn’t.

  Breaking the tension, Mrs. Jennings sprang into action, ordering Lord Ashley to carry Augusta upstairs and Mrs. Persimmons to find some cold water and some fresh linen.

  Gina had to do something. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked Mrs. Jennings.

  But it was Coventry who replied in that achingly familiar cold, emotionless voice. “I believe you’ve done quite enough, Lady Georgina.”

  Dread settled low in her belly. She’d ruined everything. He’d never forgive her.

  Coventry bit back the words, but not before they’d had their effect. She looked as if he’d struck her. He ignored the pang of guilt. He knew she must be feeling particularly vulnerable right now after what they’d done. They’d made love. Actually, he’d ravished her like some marauding barbarian. When he voiced his horror at what he’d done, she’d obviously misunderstood it for regret. He could never regret making love to her, just the manner in which it was done. He’d make it up to her. But not right now. Right now he was too furious.

  She’d ignored his warning. It seemed to never have occurred to her that she could be wrong. About Carrington. About anything for that matter. No, Georgina had such an inflated sense of her own opinion, she took it and ran roughshod over anyone who had the gall to disagree. She’d done it to him many times in the past few weeks, and he’d allowed it. At first because it amused him, and later because he found himself strangely drawn to her. But now she’d gone too far.

  When he thought of what Augusta had narrowly escaped because of Georgina’s interference, he could throttle her. An ironic change of circumstance considering the fact that only moments ago he’d been holding her in his arms as if he would never let her go, on the verge of doing what he’d sworn to never do again.

  But that would have to wait.

  So instead of a heartfelt proposal, he gripped her arm and steered her to the door. With the rest of the servants busy attending to Augusta, he called for her coachman himself. Not trusting himself to speak, for a few minutes they stood in uncomfortable silence. Finally, he said evenly, “I warned you not to interfere.”

  She gazed up at him with those soulful eyes rounding with despair. She could strip him to the core with that expression. He ached to comfort her, but she needed to learn a lesson. It was well past time she learned that he was not the fool she believed him to be.

  “I thought—”

  “And you were wrong. I told you my decision regarding Mr. Carrington, how I had no intention of allowing him to court my sister, and you deliberately ignored my judgment on the matter. Do you deny it?”

  She tossed back that adorable stubborn chin. “No. At the time, I believed Mr. Carrington to be a vastly superior choice to Lord Ashley.”

  Even when he was angry with her, he couldn’t help admiring how she stood her ground. Nor could he stop noticing how beautiful she was. After what they just shared, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget. The image of her would be forever burned in his consciousness.

  Two spots of color appeared high upon her cheeks. “I was wrong. Very wrong. But at least I cared enough to do something.”

  He stiffened. His voice was like ice. “What do you mean by that?”

  “For this entire season you’ve acted as though you didn’t care what happened to Augusta. I thought your objection to Mr. Carrington was because he wasn’t one of your Hellfire cohorts. And I believed that you championed Lord Ashley because it was the easy thing to do. Whether he was the right choice for Augusta or not, you would have your duty done and you could continue with your… uh… business.”

  Coventry scowled. “You’re wrong.” She was right. He hadn’t given Augusta’s choice of husband much thought. He’d welcomed his friend not because of Augusta’s happiness, but for his own convenience. Augusta was his responsibility. He should have kept a closer eye on her. No one knew better than he the pack of wolves ready to devour the innocence of a tasty maiden.

  He gave