Fremont leaned down, removing the
pink bowtie from his pocket. He placed it around Fitzgerald’s neck and tied it
neatly. “Thank you, Fitz. Will you watch over Leandre for me while I’m not with
him?”
“Yes, Monty, sir.”
Fremont smiled and straightened.
“Catriel wants Kestrel and I to join the guests dancing.”
Estella turned to Leandre. “Do
you know how to tango, Leandre?”
“Fremont had attempted a lesson,
but we were rained out.” Leandre placed his attention on his champagne flute.
“Can I teach him, Monty?” Estella
gasped excitedly.
“Of course you can.”
“I could teach him,” Victor
offered, slipping into their half circle. He looked Leandre over. “Actually,
I’d rather not. Forget I asked.”
Fremont inhaled a deep breath.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to say congratulations,
Fremont. I’m thrilled to see whether or not an engagement will save you this
time as well.”
Fremont scoffed. “Oh, honestly,
Victor. What makes you believe there’s any chance of a conviction?”
“What fun would it be if I told
you?”
“You were never one for games.”
Victor glanced at Fitzgerald and
took a step closer to Fremont. “I’ll make a wager with you, dear brother. If
you come out of the hearing unscathed, I’ll simply congratulate you and move
on, but if you’re scathed, you’ll lose your faerie.”
Fremont narrowed his eyes. “Lose
Fitzgerald how?”
“Deportation, of course. That’s
the only thing within my power as a consul.”
“If I’m to be scathed during the
trial, I’ll be living in Snowden, so I don’t see how deporting Fitz will force
us apart.”
Victor smiled. It wasn’t
friendly. “I think what you’ll be up against is a little worse than a simple
rejection of citizenship.”
“This sounds like a threat,
Victor,” Leandre said, earning a cold stare from Victor.
“More like a warning.” Victor
adjusted his waistcoat. “Enjoy the dance, Fremont.” Fitzgerald stepped to the
side to avoid Victor as he retreated into the socializing guests.
“I can’t decide who I dislike
more: my own little brother or Kestrel’s.” Estella tightened her fingers into
fists. “He has no reason to hate you this much.”
“Of course he does.” Fremont
tugged off his gloves and handed them to Fitzgerald for safekeeping. “He’s
Victor. What more reason does he need?” Estella chuckled in agreement. “I’m
sorry, love,” Fremont said to Leandre. “I’ve never wanted to shove you against
the wall and kiss you until you beg more than I do in this very moment, but I
have to go.”
The straightforward and seemingly
boorish honesty Leandre loved so much about Fremont had been dormant for much
of their trip. He happily acknowledged the Fremont he knew was still somewhere
under the surface.
“If you keep telling me such
secrets, I might drag you away early.”
Fremont smiled slyly and took a
step away. “Don’t wear him out, Estella,” he requested.
Blurb:
Devil Fremont’s unwillingness to divulge even the smallest details of his past makes building a relationship with his lover, Leandre, a struggle. Doubt and frustration tear at the couple and put their bond to the test when Fremont’s secrets find him after his ten years in exile and force him home to Spezia to face serious charges.
Whatever mysteries Fremont has buried, Leandre does not believe murder is one of them—though his waiting fiancĂ© is a surprise. As Fremont trusts his lover with his past, a second murder throws him deeper into the law’s hands.
Desperate to save Fremont, Leandre searches for the truth. But the conspiracy he uncovers goes deeper than he ever imagined. With Fremont’s time running out, Leandre must act quickly to reveal the true culprit before he loses his bond mate for good.