Catherine Coulter - Star Quartet 03 by Wild Star

Author:Wild Star
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-25T23:51:54+00:00

sleep? She padded to the door and slowly turned the knob. Her hand paused at the sound of Brent's voice.

"Dammit, Maggie, don't preach to me about my duty!"

What was he angry about? What duty?

"I simply asked if you'd spoken to Celeste. I know, my friend, that you spent several evenings with her before your marriage. I suppose you considered that the height of nobility, leaving Byrony alone until the ceremony."

Who was Celeste? Why had Brent spent evenings with her?

"Celeste has the biggest mouth," Brent said in some disgust. "Can't women ever keep anything to themselves? And no, Maggie, I haven't spoken to Celeste. For God's sake, why should I?"

"A man newly married doesn't need a mistress, Brent," came the dry response. "Surely you don't intend to be unfaithful to Byrony, or should I say, continue in your randy ways?"

"Byrony is my wife. I will treat her as my wife. I married her, didn't I? I really didn't have a choice in the matter. Come, I intend to take very good care of her. Now, Maggie, if you're quite through raking me over the coals, I think it's time I woke up my bride and began her trying night!"

Byrony didn't move. She couldn't. Serves you right for eavesdropping, she thought. She heard their voices move away. Maggie was leaving. Brent would come to her very soon.

My husband.

She laughed softly. At least he was spending this night with her and not with his mistress!

Brent was shaking his head as he doused the lamps in the sitting room and locked the door to his 23S

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apartments. Maggie should mind her own business, he thought, his jaw tightening. Of course he was going to speak to Celeste! The last thing he needed now was a mistress. He opened the bedroom door quietly and entered. There was a smile on his lips now as he contemplated his bed. He whispered her name softly, but there was no answer. He lit the lamp beside the door; he didn't want her to awaken too abruptly. As he straightened, he saw his wife standing in the middle of the bedroom.

In the next instant, the porcelain basin from the commode flew toward his head.

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"You bastard!"

He ducked the porcelain basin in the nick of time. It crashed against the wall behind him, shattering into jagged pieces at his feet.

"Byrony! What the hell-"

The small lamp from the table beside the bed struck him on the shoulder and bounced off, breaking into two big pieces on the floor.

"Byrony, stop it! No, not my brass candlestick!"

He managed to catch the candlestick at its base. In the next moment he was struck full in the chest by his leather-bound copy of The Works of Aristophanes.

He heard her panting, saw her raise his volume of Voltaire to hurl at him. "That's enough, dammit!" He dashed toward her, ducking Voltaire. He dropped the candlestick and lunged at her. He grabbed her arms, forcing them to her sides.

"I hate you!" she yelled, struggling furiously. "You miserable, lying-"

He shook her until her head snapped back.

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