Duke of Sin
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And when she sighed back, “Oh, yes, Val,” he picked her up and carried her off to have his wicked, wicked way with her.
Because he might have a heart now but some things weren’t ever going to change.
Epilogue
Well, all the courtiers and counselors cowered, for they expected the magician and his daughter to be dragged away at once and executed. This was always how the king acted—swiftly and ruthlessly—and since the magician had not found him a new heart, they expected nothing else.
But the king looked weary and sad. “You promised me a heart,” he said to the magician. “Yet I do not have one.”
The magician cocked his head, his eyes twinkling. “Are you sure, Your Majesty?”
The king gestured to the physician. “There is no heart in my chest.”
“But a heart needn’t always be in one’s chest,” the magician said.
The king narrowed his eyes at that. “You talk nonsense.”
“Indeed I do not,” the magician said. “I promised you a heart and I gave you one.” He nodded to his daughter. “Didn’t Prue help you and guide you in the last three nights?”
“Yes,” the king said slowly.
“And didn’t she advise you to gentle your manner?”
“Yes.”
“And are you not a better man for knowing her?”
At this the king merely nodded, for he was staring at Prue, who blushed and glanced away.
“Prue is your heart, my liege,” the magician said, “And I have found her for you.”
Well, the king might once have been heartless, but he’d never been foolish. He bent his knee to Prue and took her hand. “Will you marry me, Prue, and be my queen and heart and helpmeet all of our days?”
Prue opened her mouth and closed it. “But I’m not a princess. I’m just Prue.”
At that the king smiled for perhaps the first time in his life. “Aye, but you’re my heart, sweet Prue, and a man cannot live without his heart.”
Prue could only agree to that and so she married the king in the most splendid wedding anyone had ever seen. The king was no longer Heartless, but became King Heart instead.
And as for the magician? Well, ’twas said that he never did any true magic, but I think the gossips wrong, for what better magic is there than to bring two hearts together?
Don’t you agree?
—From King Heartless
TWO MONTHS LATER, AT ST JAMES’S PALACE…
“Ambassador to the Ottoman Empire?” Hugh stared at Shrugg. “The Duke of Montgomery? Surely that’s like sending a lit powder keg over there?”
“He might be a lit powder keg, but he’s our lit powder keg.” The older man took a sip of his tea. “Besides, Montgomery’s usually a bit more subtle than that, especially now that he’s got that wife by his side. Have you met her? Used to be his housekeeper, apparently, but you know Montgomery. Went and married her, scandalizing everyone, never mind that it’s the most sane thing he’s ever done. Which reminds me. He gave me this to give to you.”
Shrugg rummaged in his desk until he found a rather grubby bit of paper, which he shoved across the desk to Hugh.
Hugh peered down at it. The paper held the names of four gentlemen, all aristocrats. He could see no particular connection between them.
He looked up inquiringly at Shrugg. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“I’m not sure exactly,” Shrugg said slowly. “But Montgomery wanted you to know that they’re all members of the Lords of Chaos.”
MEANWHILE…
There were a great many children in his garden, Val thought with disapproval. He’d come out only because there were a great many adults in his house, a large number of whom had, at one time or another, actively tried to kill him. They were celebrating Eve’s wedding breakfast at Hermes House and Bridget had forbidden him from poisoning anyone, not even Wakefield.
Val thought he really ought to have special dispensation for Wakefield.
“I don’t wike you,” said a familiar infant voice.
Annalise Huntington gazed up at him, the pink bow in her hair only giving a certain élan to her scowl.
Val looked down thoughtfully upon the spawn of Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire, one of the many who had once tried to kill him. Despite Val’s making an honest duchess of his sister, Caire still seemed to hold him in much dislike, and Val had often caught the older man watching him with a disquieting look of contemplation on his face. Rather like a hawk deciding how best to dismember a cat.
Val smiled evilly at the child and reached into his pocket.
“Do you,” he asked, “like kittens?”
And he held out a black, fluffy kitten with a white chest.
Annalise blinked at the kitten’s green eyes.
The kitten blinked back.
“Oh, yes!” said Annalise.
Val deposited the kitten into the plump little arms and strolled to the kitchens, where Hecate and her kittens were in residence, swinging his gold walking stick.
There were seven more kittens remaining and a garden full of his enemies’ children…
ONE MONTH LATER IN ISTANBUL…
The bright Mediterranean sun shone outside, but the interior of their vast bedroom was pleasantly cool, thanks to the deep arches shielding the floor-to-ceiling windows. The arches were intricately tiled in blue, yellow, and white, with a motif that continued on the floor, over the ceiling, and atop some of the thin columns that marched across the floor. Somewhere an imam was calling the faithful to prayer from high atop one of the minarets that dotted the city, his voice rising and falling hauntingly.
Bridget adored this time of day. It was hot and lazy and most often Val spent it with her.
Today she lay across a bed draped in ochre silk sheets, nibbling on honey cakes, and perusing a letter written by her sister-in-law, Lady Temperance Caire. Pip lay curled on a tasseled cushion on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“Annalise has named the kitten you gave her Lord Sneaky.”
Val, who was engrossed in a letter of his own, grunted. “Her cat-naming abilities are as awful as my own were at that age.”
Bridget wrinkled her nose. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Oh,” said her husband, sounding deeply pleased at something he’d read in his letter.
“What?” Bridget sat up, inadvertently spilling several drops of honey on her breast.
Sadly, she’d succumbed to her husband’s fondness for nudity soon after their marriage.
Valentine glanced up, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the honey slowly dripping down her breast.
“Val…” Bridget moved to scoop the honey up with her finger.
His hand darted out, catching hers.
“Oh, don’t,” he breathed, leaning over her, forcing her flat on her back.
He bent, closing his azure eyes, and licked her breast almost reverently.
She shuddered.
“It’s the middle of the day,” she whispered.
His eyes opened, wicked and amused. “I know. Your favorite.”
She smiled up at him, threading her fingers through his golden hair. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” he murmured against her lips, before taking her mouth hard and possessively.
Their letters fell to the floor, abandoned, but Bridget didn’t care at all.
She was with her true love and the world outside could wait.
OTHER TITLES BY ELIZABETH HOYT
The Raven Prince
The Leopard Prince
The Serpent Prince
The Ice Princess
To Taste Temptation
To Seduce a Sinner
To Beguile a Beast
To Desire a Devil
Wicked Intentions
Notorious Pleasures
Scandalous Desires
Thief of Shadows
Lord of Darkness
Duke of Midnight
Darling Beast
Dearest Rogue
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PRAISE FOR
ELIZABETH HOYT’S
MAIDEN LANE SERIES
Sweetest Scoundrel
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Dearest Rogue
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Darling Beast
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Duke of Midnight
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Lord of Darkness
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Thief of Shadows
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Scandalous Desires
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—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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Notorious Pleasures
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Wicked Intentions
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JANUARY 1742
LONDON, ENGLAND
Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, did not want to die tonight, for three very good reasons.
It was half past midnight as he eyed the toughs slinking out of the shadows up ahead in the cold alley near Covent Garden. He switched the bottle of fine Viennese wine from his right arm to his left and drew his sword. He’d dined with the Austrian ambassador earlier and the wine was a gift.
One, Kit, his elder son—and, formally, the Earl of Staffin—was only seven. Far too young to inherit the dukedom.
Next to him was a linkboy with a lantern. The boy was frozen, his lantern a s
mall pool of light in the alley. The youth’s eyes were wide and frightened. He couldn’t be more than fifteen. Hugh glanced behind them. Several men were at the entrance to the alley. He and the linkboy were trapped.
Two, Peter, his younger son, was still suffering nightmares from the death of his mother only six months before. What would his father’s death so soon after do to the boy?
They might be footpads. Unlikely, though. Footpads usually worked in smaller numbers, were not this organized, and were after money, not death.
Assassins, then.
And three, Hugh had recently been assigned an important job by His Majesty’s government: bring down the Lords of Chaos. On the whole, Hugh liked to finish his jobs. Brought a nice sense of completion at the end of the day, if nothing else.
Right, then.
“If you can, run,” Hugh said to the linkboy. “They’re after me, not you.”
He pivoted and attacked the men behind them. There were two men in front, another to their rear. The first raised a club.
Hugh slashed him across the throat. That one went down in a spray of scarlet. But the second was already bringing his club down in a bone-jarring blow against Hugh’s left shoulder.
He juggled the bottle of wine, just catching it again before kicking the man in the balls. The second man stumbled back against the man at his back.
There were running footsteps from behind Hugh.
He spun.
Caught the descending knife with his blade and slid his sword into the hand holding the knife.
A howling scream, and the knife clattered to the wet icy cobblestones in a splatter of blood.
The knifeman lowered his head and charged like an enraged bull.
Hugh flattened all six foot four inches of himself against the filthy alley wall, stuck out his foot, and tripped Charging Bull into the three men he’d already dealt with.
The linkboy, who had been cowering at the opposite wall, took the opportunity to squirm through the remaining three standing men and run away.