Demon Blood

voice. His teeth flashed in a smile. Her breath quickened, and she focused on her wrist. Only two buttons left, and then she could work.
    She should be working now. “Were the dogs patrolling the grounds before the body was discovered?”
    “No. They search for the point of entry now.”
    Mina pictured the iron fence. Perhaps a child could slip through the bars; a man could not. But if someone had let him through . . . ? “Have you spoken with your man at the front gate?”
    “Wills?”
    She had not asked the gatekeeper his name. “If Wills has a prosthetic left leg, and often saves a portion of his supper in his beard for his breakfast, then we are speaking of the same man.”
    “That is Wills.” He studied her with unreadable eyes. “He would not let anyone through.”
    Without my leave , Mina finished for him. And perhaps he was right, though of course she would verify it with the gatekeeper, and ask the steward about deliveries. Someone might have hidden themselves in one.
    His gaze fell to her glove again. “There we are,” Trahaearn said softly. “Now to—”
    She pulled her hand away at the same time Trahaearn gripped the satin fingertips. He tugged. Satin slid in a warm caress over her elbow, her forearm.
    Flames lit her cheeks. “Your Grace—”
    His expression changed as he continued to pull. First registering surprise, as if he had not realized that the glove extended past her wrist. Then an emotion hard and sharp as the long glove slowly gave way. Its white length finally dangled from his fingers, and to Mina seemed as intimate as if he held her stocking.
    Her sleeve still covered her arm, but she felt exposed. Stripped. With as much dignity as she could, Mina claimed the glove.
    “Thank you, Your Grace. I can manage the other.” She stuffed the glove into her pocket. With her bare fingers, she made quick work of the buttons at her left wrist.
    She looked up to find him staring at her. His cheekbones blazed with color, his gaze hot.
    She’d seen lust before. This marked the first time that she hadn’t seen any disgust or hatred beneath it.
    “Thank you,” she said again, amazed by the evenness of her voice when everything inside her trembled.
    “Inspector.” He inclined his head, then looked beyond her to the stairs.
    And as she turned, the trembling stopped. Her legs were steady as she walked to the steps, her gaze unflinching, her mind focused.
    “You were to assist her, not undress her,” she heard his companion say. Trahaearn didn’t reply, and Mina didn’t look back at him.
    Even the pull of the Iron Duke was not stronger than Death.