âThat was very, ah, polite of her.â
âAm I no one to her, then? Someone she must thank in writing? For what? A mistake she never intends to repeat?â Robin threw the note to the floor. âShe used me. A mortal. A mortal used me .â
âThe stone-hearted bitch.â Will fluffed the pillows. âShall I track her back to her lair and offer her a sternly worded rebuke, my lord?â
Robin hardly heard him. âShe did not purchase anything at the auction last night, but she did register as a bidder. She would have had to show her identification and give them a credit card. You will go to the auctioneerâs office and obtain whatever information they have for her. I particularly want her full name and where she resides.â He remembered something she had said at the club. âShe told me that she recently transferred here from Chicago. One you have her full name, call Jaus and ask him to run a background check on her.â
âRob.â His seneschal came to stand before him. âIt was ill-mannered of this mortal to leave in such haste, but her actions are hardly worth so much trouble. Forget this.â
âNo. I was not finished with her.â He went to his closet and jerked out fresh garments, tearing the sleeve from a shirt in the process. He tossed it aside and took out another.
âYou know that women of this time are not like Kyn females,â Will suggested carefully. âThey have much freedom and independence, and they do as they wish. They do not respect men as we expect they should, but that is how things are in this societyââ
âWhen have you known me to sleep the day through, from dawn to dusk?â Robin demanded. âWith a mortal in my bed?â
âNever,â Will admitted.
âJust so.â He thrust his arms into the sleeves of the second shirt. âShe did something to me, this female. I shall learn exactly what it was.â
âShe could not drug you or exhaust you,â his seneschal said as he picked up the torn shirt from the floor. âCould it be that she made you happy?â
Robin turned on him. âDo I look happy to you now?â
âNot in least, my lord. Forgive me for suggesting otherwise.â Willâs radio buzzed, and he pressed the response button and spoke into it. âWhat is it, Sylas?â
âAn Italian lady has arrived to call on our lord,â the guard said. âShe gives her name as Contessa Salvatora Borgiana.â
Robin nodded.
âEscort her to the reception room,â Will replied. âOur lord will meet with her shortly.â He switched off the radio. âWere you expecting the contessa to call?â
âI did not know she was in America.â
The last thing Robin felt like doing was receiving a suzerainâs widow, but Kyn customs gave him no choice. The contessa was obliged to pay her respects upon entering his territory, and it was his duty to welcome herâand find out what she was about.
Then he would deal with Chris.
His seneschal looked thoughtful. âShe may have been driven out of Italy by the Brethren. So many have, these last months. Shall I prepare rooms for her and her men?â
âSylas and Bergen can attend to her needs,â Robin said as he buttoned his cuffs. âYou have work to do. Go. I want to know everything you can learn about this mortal before dawn.â
Chapter 5
O n the outskirts of London, Michael Cyprien escorted his sygkenis , Alexandra Keller, from their limousine to the couple waiting for them on the front marble steps of the baroque mansion. He knew from her closed expression that she was feeling apprehensive, and kept her hand in his.that
âDo you smell apricots?â she whispered.
âGeoffrey has an orchard of them, and keeps great heaping bowls all over the house,â Michael murmured back.
âWhat for?â
He wondered why she had never noticed the baskets of lavender
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