Sinclair and Raven Series: Books 1-3 by Vella Wendy

Author:Vella, Wendy [Vella, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Vella Ink
Published: 2019-12-02T16:00:00+00:00

“White horehound syrup, Lord Sinclair, is the only way to cure your dear sister.”

Witch, Dev thought, watching Lilly disappear into the crowds of people before them. She'd outmaneuvered him and he should be furious with her, but what he felt was admiration. Every minute he spent in her company made him want to spend several more. He didn't see her ugly clothes or ridiculous hair anymore, he saw her, Lilly. The woman who had his colors.

“Of course, steam also helps, Lord Sinclair.”

“Indeed.”

Dev muttered the right words at the right time and thought about Lilly. He wanted her to talk to him freely, needed her to tell him what the hell was going on in her life. Why the charade? What was between her and her brother? Was she happy?

“I will have a rub sent round for her chest, Lord Sinclair.”

“I'd be much obliged.”

He needed to find her, Dev realized. Because she was just as likely to leave before he had a chance to talk to her.

“Excuse me, Miss Juniper, I have promised my sister I would dance with her.”

He walked away before she could launch into further cures. Circling the room, Dev looked for Lilly. Finding her, he tacked right and came up behind her. She had not seen him, and was taking a mouthful out of the glass she was holding. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear.

“You owe me for what I have just endured.”

She shrieked, the glass tipped, and the contents ended up over her hands.

“You startled me!” She spun to face him.

“I hadn't thought your reaction would be quite so violent. Forgive me. Come, we shall find somewhere to clean you up.”

Before Lilly could stop him, he had her hand on his arm. Dev propelled her along at his side, and she could do nothing but comply. She would not create a scene; that was not her way, so her fingers appeared to rest on his arm, when in fact, they were digging in.

Dev found an open door that led outside and gently pushed her through before him.

“Why are we on the terrace? I can hardly dry my hands out here.”

“They will dry in the air, once you have taken off your gloves. It is warm out tonight.”

“I have no wish to be outside at this time, Lord Sinclair.”

“I wish to talk with you without anyone interrupting us.”

“You are always manhandling me. I am not one of your siblings, my lord. Let me go.”

Dev kept circling the terrace until they were alone, he then led her to the shadows, where he knew a stone bench sat.

“Sit.”

“I am not a dog,” she replied, indignant.

“Please sit.”

She muttered something and then the little bird in her hair bobbed as she sat abruptly. She made no move to remove her gloves.

“They are soaked in champagne, Lilly. Take them off and lay them upon the seat.”

She hesitated, first looking at him still standing, and then at her hands.

“They will be awfully sticky and uncomfortable if you do not.”

“My name is Miss Braithwaite.

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