The Wolf's Pursuit (London Fairy Tales #3)(14)

"It is a mission of sorts, so if you see me acting…"

"Strange?" Isabelle offered.

"Like an idiot?" Dominique felt the need to chime in.

"Yes." Hunter gritted his teeth. "All of the above, I guess. It is of the utmost importance that you do not deter me from my act. After all, it must be believable."

Dominique sat across from him. "Mind if I ask what part you shall be playing this Season? Perhaps the prince? Mayhap the devoted lover?" His friend grinned and leaned back, clearly enjoying himself.

"More predator than lover, I'm afraid. I'm to be myself."

Silence. Again.

Isabelle squinted. "So you're to play the fool?"

"You wound me!" Hunter grinned. "At least you truly do still have your sense of humor, Isabelle. And yes, if that is how you see me, that is what I will be."

Dominique hadn't spoken. Hunter waited.

"Am I to believe you're going to revert back to the incident of 1806?"

"Why the devil does everyone keep bringing that up?" Hunter demanded suddenly, wanting to pace the room and yell at the same time. First Mrs. Peabody and now his best friend. "It was not such a big catastrophe."

"You went to the regent's annual end-of-Season ball with all of your clothes as well as your wits, and left naked, drunk, and with several women on your arms."

Hunter scoffed. "You exaggerate."

"They groped you."

Hunter shook his head and looked away in hopes to appear bored, when really he was deuced uncomfortable that Dominique would talk of such in front of his wife.

"In public."

Hunter sighed. "I was foxed."

"Believe me, nobody will forgive you that even if you were foxed. I believe you left town the next day."

"Forgive me," Isabelle interjected. "But is that to mean that tonight will be your first night in society since?"

"The incident," both Hunter and Dominique finished in unison.

Her mouth formed an O before she closed it and smirked to herself. "So you're to be playing the rake?"

"My dear." Hunter leaned forward and brushed her arm with his gloved hand. "I am a rake."

Dominique cleared his throat as Isabelle jerked back and giggled behind her hand. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I just don't see it. You've always been so…" She shrugged. "Happy."

Her admonition made his heart lurch. Of course he acted happy. It was the only way to convince himself he was. If he stopped jesting and making a fool of everyone around him, then the silence would kill him. He was convinced that if he even spent one day without finding humor, even if it meant hurting others, then grief would destroy him. He had come close today. So dangerously close while he was in his carriage.

He could not. No, he would not allow himself that same weakness again. She was dead. It was his fault. He would burn in Hell, and he needed to pay for his sins by living through certain torture every day without her. By breathing when air was suddenly missing.

Shrugging, he gave her a seductive smile, the kind where he purposefully drew his lips across his teeth as his eyes boldly scanned her body and then in a husky voice he said, "My lady, was that a challenge?"

Dominique took a step between them "Do not encourage him, my dear, truly. I do not wish to see him talk you out of your gown."

"I am a married woman. I am in love! I would never! Hunter is my friend!" Her words came out at a rapid speed.

"My dear." Dominique chuckled. "I do love you, and I trust you, but Hunter is…" He glared at Hunter then looked softly back at his wife. "The very devil possesses that man, for I've never seen so many married woman fall at his feet. He truly is the best kind of hunter."

"But what does one do…" Hunter asked as he rose from his seat, "when the hunter is also the Wolf?" With a wink in their direction, he walked toward the doors. "I assume I'm in the red room. I'll just see to my things."

Hunter walked briskly out of the room and toward the stairs, but Samuel stopped him in his tracks. A grim expression passed across the old butler's face before he held the platter in the air in front of Hunter, nearly taking off his nose in the process. "Your grace, this message was delivered for you."

"I feel at home already." Hunter grinned and slapped the butler on the back quite forcefully, making the man stumble a bit on his feet before rolling his eyes and turning away.

There was no seal on the letter. Curious, he opened it. A grin spread across his face so widely, he was sure he would be sore in the morning. A simple letter should not affect him so, but there it was, irritatingly making him want to smirk and pat himself on the back.

It read, I'll be wearing a red cape. Try not to make a complete fool out of yourself. —Red

Yes, tonight was going to be a lovely night indeed. He decided to pen her something back.

"I will be wearing nothing at all. —The Wolf"

Laughing aloud, he scribbled quickly on the bottom of the note and passed it on to the butler. With great gusto, he gave a deep bow to the silly man and whistled on his way to his rooms. Maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be such a horrible mission after all.





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