The Soul of a Rogue (A Box of Draupnir Novel Book 3) by K.J. Jackson

Author:K.J. Jackson [Jackson, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: AWD Publishing
Published: 2020-11-08T18:30:00+00:00

{ Chapter 16 }

Leading Elle onto a tiny open corner of the dance floor, Rune’s finger slipped under the back of his cravat to itch his skin. He’d always hated the damn things—not born into them as Des and Weston were. Those two had always worn the finery at balls and house parties with ease.

He avoided the blasted events when he could, and it was mostly because of these overly starched scraps of cloth wringing about his neck. A noose aching to tighten. And he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of wearing gloves, no matter how the absence of them drew looks.

“Did I tell you on the way here how splendid you look in full dress?” Elle spun to her right and centered herself in front of him, dipping downward as he bowed to her.

His mouth pulled to the side and he shook his head as the music started and he set his right hand along her back.

Her hand clasping into his, a teasing grin came to her face as their feet started with the first strains of music from the strings in the minstrels’ gallery. “I do find it curious that you just happened to pick up appropriate clothing for this event from the tailor when you were in Newport. There was a bit of arrogance in that.”

“Was there?” The edges of his lips lifted. “I am here to protect you, if you recall. I imagined I was coming one way or another.”

“Whatever it was, I admire the self-confidence in your own charms.” Her grin grew wider. “As it was dark in the carriage, it was hard to tell, but under the ballroom lights my initial thoughts have been verified.”

“What thoughts are those?” He pulled her toward him to avoid her bumping into a tall lady clad in green swinging wide in her dance steps—foxed or exuberant, he couldn’t tell.

“From when I first met you—that your presence at a party like this I never would have missed.” Her forefinger popped out from his clasp on her hand and pointed in a circle about the brightly lit ballroom. “And I’m not the only one. Have you seen the salivating looks coming your way?”

A chuckle burst from his lips. “Salivating? A bit of an overstatement.”

“They would be salivating if they knew that not only are you handsome to look at, every single imagination they’re having about what’s under these clothes and how your body works is true.”

“Don’t make me want to leave early, Elle.” Shaking his head, he attempted to ignore his cock sparking to attention. He had more immediate concerns—like angling her to the side as their space on the dance floor shrank farther and father. Damned crush. Hopefully Elle only promised Lord Kallen she would dance one waltz. Though Rune quite understood why Kallen wanted her on his dance floor. She floated, so smooth on her feet it was as if he maneuvered a fluffy cloud to and fro.

“What if I want to leave early?”

Minx. The sheer scamp on

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