Let There Be Light
By R. Cooper
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By 1872, the wars across Europe have been brought to a standstill, the tentative peace held in place through the work of secret agents and a collection of inventors and scientists. But tensions are mounting again, and agent Robert “Hart” Hartley-Battridge has uncovered plans that indicate someone is planning to kidnap one of their most brilliant minds—the tempestuous Karol Zieliński
Hart is only too familiar with the hotheaded, beautiful scientist. He spent years working alongside Karol, concealing his love for him, convinced he would have been just one in a string of conquests lured into Karol’s bed. Then a mission gone wrong left Hart scarred and near death, and Karol abruptly quit the Service and never approached Hart again. But the new threat is about to close the distance between them. For one day and one night, Karol will have only a single guard to watch over him, and Hart doesn’t trust anyone but himself to keep Karol safe.
Twenty-four hours in the presence of the man he loves, a man he hasn’t seen in three years. Hart expects Karol to have forgotten him. But Karol remembers their every mission—especially the last. And he has a surprise for Hart so daring and unprecedented it brought danger—and Hart—back to his door. With peace and Karol’s life on the line, Hart needs to accept that he was never a conquest. That for him, Karol would change the world.
R. Cooper
I'm a somewhat absentminded, often distracted, writer of queer romance. I'm probably most known for the Being(s) in Love series and the occasional story about witches or firefighters in love. Also known as, "Ah, yes, the one with the dragons."You can find me on in the usual places, or subscribe to my newsletter (link through website).www.riscooper.comI can also be found at...Tumblr @sweetfirebirdFacebook @thealmightyrisInstagram @riscoopsPillowfort @RCooperPatreon @ patreon.com/rcoopsBluesky @ rcooper.bsky.social
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Let There Be Light - R. Cooper
Let There Be Light
R. Cooper
Copyright © 2010 R. Cooper
Second Edition 2019
Cover art by Lyn Forester
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved.
Content tags:
References to violence, torture
On page sex
Facial scars/public reaction to them
Author’s Foreword
Let There Be Light was the first thing I wrote to be professionally published. It’s not perfect by any means. If I were writing it now, I’d expand on so much that I didn’t here. But looking at this, all my early dorkiness, all the pining I slowly learned to drag out, all the glorious angst I left untouched, feels important. It’s my baby steps, and I love it to pieces.
Anyway, it’s been almost ten years since this was first published. Ten years! I’m going to go have a celebratory cup of coffee. I hope you enjoy this bit of extra sharp cheddar, with a bonus slice of cheese at the end, a bit of fanfiction for my own story I wrote years ago.
R. Cooper
Hart scanned the space in front of him without slowing his stride, or taking away the hand hovering over the gun in his belt. There was a fine line of tension behind his thoughts, although he wasn’t anticipating a battle. It may have been years since he’d been down in the Menagerie, but the kinds of dangers lurking within its walls were generally not the sort that required skill with a pistol.
As the potential for action remained the same, he did not lower his hand. He headed up the steps through the great arched doorway and ignored both the carved figures of Galileo and Copernicus above the door and the sentries standing at attention beneath them.
The guards held the doors for the three following after him, but Hart turned without waiting toward one of many available corridors and entered the east wing, though he did take a moment to note that the rest of the guards here seemed to have grown as lax as the two at the door. Most snapped to attentiveness only when they saw his face. A few seemed positively terrified when they then quickly glanced away from his face and got a good look at his rather famous coat.
It was a plain black coat, cut in the military style, unbuttoned to reveal the white shirt he wore underneath and the large, heavy gun tucked into his sword belt as well as the sword at one hip. The sword curved up just under where the coat ended, at his knees, revealing a nondescript scabbard that matched his coat, bare of any insignia. The only decoration was the grey wool lining, visible when he moved.
The lack of insignia said who he was as much as his face or the patch slanting over his eye, but Hart didn’t mind their speculation or their fear if it meant they would now perform their duties properly. If lives hadn’t potentially been at stake, he might have even been amused.
Isabel had noticed their inattention as well. She was behind him with her pad of paper, her pencil scratching as she took down their names and positions. Captain Rogers was supposed to be in charge of security in the Menagerie. It was clear he’d have to be replaced, and Hart—or, rather, Isabel—would have to start making personal inspections. Soldiers were here to guard those who could not protect themselves, not to fall asleep at their posts.
There was no room for incompetency, especially in this work. He didn’t care how bored the guards got, standing for hours in front of laboratories, listening to scientific babble they didn’t understand. This place might have come to be affectionately, or mockingly, referred to as Victoria’s Zoo—always out of Her Majesty’s hearing—but the scientists chosen to work here, the experiments funded by the Crown, were of national importance. Anything in these rooms might someday affect all of Britain. If the guards couldn’t understand that, Hart would send them over to give tours of the Tower Green to remind them of the cost of failure.
His gaze slid over the marks on the walls as he turned another corner. He knew the way well enough, though it had been years. Familiarity with the Menagerie was one of the reasons for his promotion, along with his inability to work in the field with such an infamous appearance.
Hart finally smiled, wide enough to feel the pull on the left side of his face. At the time, C had been amused as well. He’d mentioned Hart’s face—his eye—as he’d been handing him his papers for the promotion. There was no one better suited to keep an eye on the city, he’d said, with a look at the patch.
Hart had offered a brief smile in return, if for no other reason than because no one, not even Isabel, ever commented on his injuries, though he’d never made an attempt to hide the wide spots of smooth scar tissue and the hints of pale pink that had once been a furious and bloody red. He wore the eye patch for formal events and polite company. The vision in his eye had been only slightly impaired by the accident, but looking at the damaged flesh around it made some uncomfortable. Revulsion first, then fear or alarm once strangers realized who stood in front of them. Not even the soldiers here in the Menagerie liked to look directly at him.
The building around them had been built at the start of the century after the last one had burned down, but it already showed similar signs of devotion to England’s causes. Between the rooms where there should have been blank patches of wall were scribbled equations and scorch marks, along with the occasional quote and incomprehensible—if probably rude—graffiti. There was graffiti over the doors to the safety stations as well.
Those were fairly new, instituted at Hart’s insistence the moment the Zoo had come under his purview. One wooden cabinet every hundred feet, with spigots for the running water they’d painstakingly piped into this building. They were also filled with buckets, kits of medicine, and telephones that ran on batteries to call the fire brigade, if necessary. The stations had already proven themselves worth the expense with lives and experiments saved. He was pleased to see them in place and obviously used.
Isabel scratched another notation. Her pencil was louder than the footsteps of the two men flanking her, as it should be. Hart had trained them, though their swords weren’t sharper than the glint in his secretary’s eyes.
Hart tightened his mouth. He didn’t need a secretary for this, but then this whole idea was ludicrous He’d never liked it when his advice was ignored, liked it even less when his hands were tied by orders. This incredibly foolish, utterly ridiculous thing he was about to do was the best of his options. A fact that went beyond irksome, as he should never have been forced into this situation. Had he been consulted before, there would have been alternatives.
He flicked his thumb over the cool black grip of his pistol before he dropped his hand.
He had a job to do and wondering what C was up to do was a waste of time, though he was very aware that C had deliberately hidden this from him. But it wasn’t Hart’s place to question, and C had yet to steer him wrong, so after a limited, quiet protest, Hart had nodded and made his suggestions. To complain about that now would be foolish.
Hart hurried down another small set of stairs, increasing his speed not to hasten his arrival, but to dispel the energy from his anger. The early hour meant that the closed, dim, gaslit halls were almost abandoned, though there was an occasional whirring sound from the odd room, or a muffled boom in the distance. He pushed open another door and swept past another set of nervous, jumping soldiers and out into the morning sunlight.
Noise hit him the moment he emerged, somewhat distant but ever present. The trains carrying troops and civilians alike in and out of the city, clearly audible even here on the outskirts of the academy, the clock tower chiming away, steamships in the harbor.
The air was a mix of pale blue and grey, the tops of steam towers and vents visible over the trees scattered throughout this part of the grounds. If he turned, he would see other buildings, hints of the seat of government, domes more black than white with the dust from the munitions factories.
There was no fog; that was something. With no fog and a few thin rays of sunshine today and hopefully tomorrow, he’d have clear line of sight for the long day ahead. Though seeing the danger wasn’t going to make him any safer.
His hand twitched back toward his gun again at his first glimpse of the tower, his thumb gliding over the barely perceptible marks of craftsmanship and the signature of the maker etched into the handle. Then he allowed himself to view the tower.
It had once been