Hot or Cold (A storm and silence fanfic)

Silent Envy

All eyes were on the dashing couple. Some ladies immediately started acting docile - waving their fan in front of their face, batting their eyelashes ect. While some of the other men either looked shocked or were turning their hungry gaze on the black haired female. As for me, I was staring at them with both shock and for some reason anger.

Your jealous Lilly

Me? Jealous of who?

The woman on his arm obviously

Why would I be jealous of her? I don't like her, she is like many other women. They don't care that men believe they are weak beings, that they are less than any man.

Most of the ladies here are exactly like her in that sense. Do you despise all of the other women in the room?

Um... well...

Maybe you don't like her because she is on Mr Rikkard Ambrose's arm?

What! That is ludicrous! Why should I care that she is on that stone faced son of a Batchelor?

Because you like him...

I do not! He is a chauvinistic cold hearted miserable man!

Mmm... hmmm...

Shut up!

"Please forgive this intrusion My Lady. I changed my mind about not accepting your most recent invitation. I hope I'm not too late and the ball has already started."

Lady Metcalf finally snapped out of the trans she was in... sort of and replied with a stuttering "N-No of course not, Mr Ambrose."

My mouth dropped immediately, to hear arrogant Lady Metcalf stutter is a rarity, why yes indeed. Mr Ambrose gave a curt nodded and started scanning the room for something or, someone. At that thought my hands clenched into a fist.

"Um Miss Linton, my hand, if you please" came a familiar voice beside me. I turned my head and saw that I was squeezing his hand so hard that his knuckles were white from the lack of blood. I quickly released his hand from the confinement.

"Please excuse me!"

"No matter" He turned his gaze to my employer. Just then Mr Ambrose's gaze landed on Lord Dalgliesh and then he spotted me beside him. His eyes whipped to my brown ones and a storm was whirling in them. Of fury? Surprise? Both? I don't know. His mouth opened a fraction though. Suddenly, the harpie he came with clutched onto his arm. For some reason my chest filled with pain. It was wierd and I was also... angry?

Like I said, you are j-e-a-l-o-u-s of the woman.

I am not!

Sure... whatever you say...

The little voice in my head didn't help with cooling the fiery rage boiling inside me.

Why don't you do something instead of standing like a child?

Why you-!

"Miss Linton?" At the voice I turned and put on a very, very, very fake smile.

"Yes my lord?" He had no smile on his face and his eyes were different - and not in a good way. Just as he was about to reply Mr Ambrose stepped towards us - towards me.

"Lord Dalgliesh, what a pleasure to see you again after all this time." His words were that of a polite greeting but his tone was that of a taunting enemy.

"Yes, it has been quite some time Lord Ambrose"

Lord Ambrose? What the-

"Mr Ambrose my lord" His voice was as cold as a frozen blade. Out of the corner of his eye, he was watching me. Like a scientist studying a new unknown species of bacteria.