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Christian’s face paled as he finally realized his faux pas. “Erm...”

Grim began slowly removing his leather gloves as he took a step toward Christian. Well, fuck. This just went from bad to worse.

“How about we all take a walk and stretch our legs while Christian gets those rooms ready,” I suggested, taking Merri by the elbow and hauling her back toward the door. “Come on, Grimsby, I think you’ll really love what I’ve done with the gardens.”

With a final scowl in Christian’s direction, Grim trailed after us, and we all left my groundskeeper blissfully unaware of his painfully close brush with Death.

Chapter

Thirty

SIN

This house was not without its problems. Drafty, old as fuck, more than likely haunted, and built like a maze. I couldn’t find my way around to save my damn life. If it weren’t for the unmistakable scent of coffee calling to me like a siren called a sailor to his death, I’d probably still be lost in some random corridor. I’d found the billiards room, though, so it wasn’t all downside.

“Who does an incubus gotta fuck around here to get some coffee?” I called as I stumbled my way into the kitchen. “Oh, Christian. My bad.” I gave the groundskeeper a sheepish grin.

Christian slid a full cup of freshly brewed liquid gold across the massive stone island between us. “There you are. No fucking required.”

“You sure?” I asked with a little wink, figuring if he was comfortable enough to joke about it, so was I.

“Positive.”

“Your loss. I’m delicious.”

I brought the mug to my lips and closed my eyes as the rich flavor of the coffee coated my tongue. “I take it back.Thisis delicious. I’m trash.”

Christian chuckled and turned back to whatever he was doing as I made love to my coffee.

Glancing around the enormous kitchen, I looked for any clue my comrades were up and about. Grimsby barely slept, so I was certain the grumpy fuck would be here somewhere.

“Where is everyone, Chris?” I asked.

He stiffened at the nickname. “So far, the only one I’ve encountered is Mademoiselle Merri. She opted to take her coffee in the morning room.”

Pretentious fuck.

I wasn’t sure if I was referring to Malice or Christian, but a morning room? Come the fuck on. What douchebag had so many rooms in their house they had to keep track of them by the time of day?

“And where can I find that oh-so-special-it-has-its-own-name room?”

The groundskeeper smirked. “It’s just across the foyer on the east side. It will be the one with all the beautiful sunlight streaming in the windows.”

Ah, because morning. Now it wasn’t as pretentious, I guessed.

“Thanks.”

Christian tipped his head. “My pleasure.”

“So is this going to be a regular thing? Coffee with Christian?”

He chuckled. “Non. I was just putting away the last of the supplies. Per Monsieur Laurent’s directions, I will return to my cottage unless summoned so that you may have your privacy.”

“I see. Well, in that case, it was nice meeting you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to see a pretty redhead about my morning smooch.”

His brows raised, but he stayed silent.

That’s right, Frenchie, she’s not just Grim’s.

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