Page 55 of Lord of Mischief
A shadow crossed the light from the house, leaving her in darkness.She looked up, squinting as her eyes tried to find focus.
Her gaze found Freddie standing over her.
“Eve.”
A sickening flash of memory hit her brain.The last time she had seen him, he had been standing over her in very much the same fashion, telling her that she didn’t love him and that they would never marry.
The one saving grace on this particular occasion was that she wasn’t lying partially clothed in a horse stable, having just offered him her virginity.
“I have nothing to say to you, Freddie.Your friend Trenton Embry has already spoken for you.Please go away.”She looked past him as she took a slow slip of her wine.
“Yes, I saw you and Trenton Embry greet one another in the ballroom.Though I wouldn’t say he and I were friends, more acquaintances.What did he say about me?”he asked.
Eve’s blood began to boil.Freddie was far more self-centered than she had fooled herself into believing.She got to her feet.“Something or other about you keeping the company of evil men.I can’t remember all that he said, because I wasn’t really paying attention.My mind tends to go blank whenever it registers mention of your name.”
He nodded.“I deserve that and much more.I just want to say I was …” Freddie didn’t get the chance to finish the rest of the sentence.Francis had arrived and immediately grabbed a hold of him, spinning Freddie around to face him.
“You bloody bastard.You broke my sister’s heart.Well, here is something for you to go and get fixed!”His fist landed in the middle of Freddie’s face with a sickening thwack.
Freddie staggered back, his hands held to his face.When he took his hand away, blood streamed from his freshly broken nose.Francis shaped up to hit him a second time, but several other male guests rushed forward and restrained him.
“There are plenty more where that came from, Rosemount.The next time I see you, I shall add a couple of broken teeth to your collection,” growled Francis.
