Page 77 of Enslaved to the Seduction of a Lady
“But she is mine,” he growled, his voice low and rumbling. He clutched tightly to the glass in his hand, his knuckles turning white with anger.
“Indeed, My Lord, as has been arranged.” He licked his lips, looking into the unlit fire for a moment, then turning back to the Earl. “I am concerned that this… intrusion may have an effect on our plan, My Lord.”
“Yes,” Rupert said slowly, staring ahead of him unseeing, “and I want that dowry, no matter what it takes.”
They remained in silence for a long moment. Rupert’s breath was heavy, and his face was blank but for the flaring nostrils and the fire in his eyes. “How dare she think she can do this to me, of all people,” he said, his voice low, full of seething and a quiet danger.
“We shall have to ensure that she cannot, My Lord,” Fletcher said.
Rupert made a noise through his nose, his lips pursed as he thought.
“I’ve got it!” He turned to Fletcher with a new light in his eyes—an eager, excited one. “I have the perfect plan to ensure he will not return!”
