Malik said as he watched Nico pace. Nico threw his best friend a threatening look but did not stop walking. “I know. It is not as if I do not understand the implications.” “If you do, then what the bloody hell were you doing in the Smythe’s library with her?” Gray asked. Irritation crawled down his spine and had him growling at the duke. Gray may be a peer of the realm, but Nico did not have the patience to deal with him—not tonight. “I did not plan that. She came into the library trying to escape Hurst. By the way, where is the viscount?” “Down in the dungeon,” Gray said. Nico stopped and looked down at the floor then back up at Malik. “Gray has a dungeon in his townhouse?” Malik’s lips twitched. “Not so easy. Gray over there might be easily led astray, but I am not. What are you doing about the Collingsworth chit?” Nico sighed. “I’ll marry her. Even if I had not ruined her reputation, it goes beyond that. I cannot leave her without protection. She’s a Carrier.”
