His friend folded his hands across his chest. “Where are you going?” “Home,” Trent snapped, dodging around the duke and then letting out a warning growl when Dinnisfree grabbed his arm. “What has happened? I thought I was to keep Thortonberry occupied for you while you made Lady Audrey yours.” Trent ignored Dinnisfree’s bantering tone and jerked out of the man’s grip. “What has happened is that you bloody failed at preoccupying the competition, and I was waylaid by Lady Audrey’s nonsensical, chattering aunt, who I suspect must have been preoccupying me either by her own design or Audrey’s. While I was busy answering a thousand mind-numbing questions, all asked with a curious proverb thrown in, the woman I thought to take as my wife was happily ensconced in a lurid embrace.” Fierce anger and something else, something raw and throbbing much like―no far greater than―any wound he’d ever received, sliced at him.
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