Lover Enraptured: Thieves of Aurion, Book 2 by Jodi Redford

Author:Jodi Redford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-08-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Bloody. Hell. When he’d warned Avi to be prepared for anything that might be thrown at them, he hadn’t anticipated a colossal clusterfuck like this.

Thinking fast, Jerrick sidled next to Avi. Praying Francesca would take his fierce countenance for protective instinct, he grasped Avi’s shoulder and aimed a hard look at Thane. “Mistress Scarlett, is this man disturbing you? Shall I break his kneecaps?” Hell, it was worth a damn shot.

Thane raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking.

Avily shook from such an excess of nervous tension, Jerrick swore she’d chatter her teeth straight out of her mouth. “N-no. Absolutely not, sub Bill. This man shouldn’t pay the price for my clumsiness.”

“Are you okay?” Francesca demanded, concern etched into her porcelain features.

Avily waved a hand dismissively. Another man strode toward them, nabbing Francesca’s attention with a discreet nod. Excusing herself, she crossed the room and spoke in a low tone with the gentleman.

Taking advantage of their few stolen seconds of privacy, Jerrick dropped his voice to a deadly whisper directed at Thane. “You will pretend to have never met us. Is that clear?”

“Seeing how I don’t relish those broken kneecaps—crystal.”

“Good.”

The soft swish of silk and the exotic essence of moonflower marked Francesca’s approach. “Apologies. My manager sometimes forgets it’s his job to take care of trivial operation matters.” She shifted her focus to Avily. “Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Thane Pearce. He’s appraising my art collection.”

Thane took Avily’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. “A pleasure to meet you, Mistress.”

Jerrick eyed the mouth glued to Avily’s knuckles, his own knuckles itching to relocate Thane’s nose. The man turned his attention to Jerrick, his eyes sparkling. “Likewise to you, sub Bill.”

He was permanently banning that damn name from his list of aliases.

“I was giving Mistress Scarlett and her sub a tour of the club. Perhaps you would like to join us, Mr. Pearce?”

Damn it. Jerrick struggled to cage his growl.

“I would love that. And please, call me Thane.” The man’s wolfish smile grated on Jerrick.

With Francesca marshaling their odd little entourage, they headed toward the far corridor. The going was slow since every few feet Thane would halt their journey so he could wax poetic over the various rare and valuable antiquities scattered throughout the nooks and crannies of the mansion. Despite his annoyance at the man’s irksome presence, Jerrick couldn’t help his grudging admiration at Thane’s vast knowledge of the Artur’ak period. It almost rivaled Dash’s.

He still longed to break Thane’s kneecaps though. Especially since the asshole had an annoying habit of touching Avi. After the millionth offense, Jerrick took matters into his own hands by insinuating himself between Thane and Avi. Judging from the man’s smirk, he knew he was one grope away from a beat down.

Francesca continued to drone on, clueless of the potential bloodshed endangering her precious Artur’ak runners. “The rooms at the far end are reserved for privacy, so sadly our tour will go no further on this floor. But viewing pleasure is still plentiful and at the ready.

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