Chapter One

Time to dance with the devil again. Cassie wielded Kirkland House's dragon's head knocker, wondering what mission awaited her this time.

The door opened. Recognizing her, the butler bowed her inside. "His lordship is in his study, Miss Fox."

"No need to show me the way." Cassie headed to the rear of the house, thinking that it was about time Kirkland sent her back to France. For years, she had moved secretly between England and France, spying and acting as a courier at Kirkland's direction. The work was dangerous and grimly satisfying.

Outwardly a frivolous gentleman of leisure, in private Kirkland was a master of intelligence gathering and analysis. He'd kept her in London longer than usual this time as part of a team working desperately to uncover a plot against the royal family. They had succeeded, a wedding and Christmas had been celebrated, and now Cassie was restless. Working to undermine Napoleon's regime gave her life purpose.

She knocked at the door of the study and entered at his call. Kirkland sat behind his desk, as well tailored as always. He rose courteously as she entered.

With his dark hair, broad shoulders, and classic features, the man could never be less than handsome, but today his face was etched with strain despite his smile. "You're looking more anonymous than usual, Cassie. How do you manage to be so forgettable?"

"Talent and practice, since anonymity is so useful for a spy," she retorted as she chose a chair opposite him. "But you, sir, look like death in the afternoon. If you don't take better care of yourself, y