Strange Game

Chapter 7

Angie don't know what spell that Lord Lanchester is weaving around her that she is willing to stay in the carriage and talk to him. Oh, the parties she had attend was dreadful and she is having no fun at all, that if she compared taking a walk in the Amazon is better than London ballroom, or receiving room, or any innocent looking- drawing room. Angie is ready to admit, London ladies are much scary than the savages warriors and Angie would have confess it to anyone who ask her.

"The parties that we attend, I was being mock and given direct cut. What hurt the most was when they said that I should have stayed in the house like when Albert died."

"Who said that? It is like sullying Albert's name and that man was very kind to those gossipmongers and witless human." Angie shook her head and pulls her hand away. True, it hurt when they include Albert in their mock, but then it hurt worst when she had to stay away from Cecil and Lizzy, and Bianca, her recently good friend. Angie could see how their smile drop when she stayed away from their circle or turn tail home whenever she arrive at parties and saw them coming. She is a coward but she couldn't risk herself being hurt more to see them cut because of her.

"No, that is all I'm going to say to you. Now let me down here before I risk breaking my neck jumping out of this carriage." Lord Lanchester frown and quickly move closer to the door, crossing his arm and glare at her in the most intimidating manner. Angie found it rude. "Lord Lanchester-"

"You're a coward, and you're supposed to call me Lord Demon. Where is your courage that I had to admit I admire in you? This not the Angel I know." Angie huff and look at the window, disappointed to find it too narrow to break through. "Look at me, my Angel." Angie frown, annoyed that she is stuck in the carriage and being call his Angel, and she is no saint to be call that when she is having a marvelous imaginary of him being run over by a carriage or run through by an axe, and Angie is the murderer.

"I'm not your Angel."

"Yes you are." He pause and Angie look at him to see his reaction. He smiles when their eyes lock and he reach over to swipe her hair behind her ear. "See here Angel, you're not tainting anyone. If possible, I think you're a good influence for Lizzy, Cecil and my mother. God knows that they are calmer than after you came, less screaming in the house." Lord Lanchester nod so gravely that Angie thought he is being serious with the comment, as if it matter the most.

"That is really charming Lord Lanchester, but I rather stay away."

"Stay here Angel, it's time you face the dragon, don't you think?"

"Stop calling me Angel, I’m not an angel, I’m not in the slightest feeling angelic at this moment, especially towards you Lord Lanchester, so God help me before I wring that neck of yours!” Lord Lanchester chuckles at Angie’s glinting eyes, it looks like she is ready to tear him from limbs to limbs, armed with her bare hands. Angie huff and look away again while Lord Lanchester lean forward, peeking to her sullen face.

“You’re angry at me.”

“Of course I am. How else I’m supposed to react towards you?”

Lord Lanchester beam his devastatingly charming smile and Angie wonder how many women out there had survived it –or more correctly, how many hadn’t survived it.

“Good, I think that is the reaction I’d like you to have. Being sullen doesn’t become of you. A smile is better and charmingly cunning is the best.” Angie could not hold the little tilt of her lip to grow into a smile at his word. “There, that is better.”