Sins of a Wicked Princess (Sinner's Trio) by Randol Anna

Author:Randol, Anna [Randol, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-10-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-four

“Please tell me this is part of your disguise.” Ian had planned to spy on Juliana in the conservatory, but then he’d stumbled over Abington sprawled in the corridor. The man was nearly insensible with drink.

“What disguise?”

Ian tucked his arm around the other man and hefted him to his feet. “Glavenstroke told me he’d sent an operative to look into Sommet. As soon as I saw the guest list, I knew it must be you.” He’d worked with Abington briefly a few years ago in Constantinople, where Abington had been training a group of Greek rebels.

He’d heard rumor that Abington had become somewhat unstable since his return to London. Now, Ian was normally the last person to require stability. He hardly ever slept in the same place two nights in a row, but when it was Juliana’s country—her life—at risk, he found he had very little tolerance for this nonsense.

“Officially, have no idea what you’re talking about. Unofficially, what the devil are you doing here? I thought you no longer worked for the Foreign Office.”

“I don’t.”

Abington’s frown was pronounced as he tried to work that out in his mind. “Then why are you here?”

“Sommet and I have a more personal score.”

Abington nodded, as they slowly stumbled toward his room. Ian waited to say any more until they were inside with the door shut behind them. “How does Sommet not know you?”

“I was one of Glavenstroke’s pet projects. Since I only worked with the Greek rebels, I never had reason to interact with anyone else from the office.”

“What do you know about Sommet?”

“Not much. The man’s a damned tight drum. Or runs a tight ship?” He pressed his hands against the sides of his skull. “Hell, perhaps this is a conversation better held in the morning.”

“I don’t have time to waste. What can you tell me?”

Abington scrunched his face. “Don’t know if I should.”

“I’m trying to protect Juliana from Sommet. I have to keep her safe. You know how important that is.” Ian felt a twinge of guilt at his words. Abington’s rebel lover had been hanged in Constantinople, and he’d been helpless to stop it. Ian was a beast to play off that pain. But he was not a man given to qualms. Especially not when it might help Juliana.

“Juliana?”

“The princess,” Ian supplied.

“I know she’s a bloody princess. I sat by her at dinner. First-name basis, are you?”

“You know me. No decorum at all.”

Abington’s bleary eyes focused for a moment. “I do know you, Wraith. I may be drunk, but I’m not blind. You like her.”

“She’s a princess. Everybody likes her. Swallows roost on her windowsills and puppies follow her about.”

“She has a death wish if she keeps provoking Sommet.”

“How was she provoking him?” Really, he couldn’t let that woman out of his sight.

“The Palas.”

“The mountains?”

“Yes. Don’t quite know Sommet’s connection to them yet, but he wants them. Which means if your princess keeps laying claim to them, Sommet will find a way to get rid of her.”

“So help me protect her.

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