Dougal murmured, lounging in the corner of the chaise, his legs propped up on the opposite seat. “I doubt it,” Walingame muttered, uncorking a brandy bottle and taking a long draught. “Deny it all you wish, it’s true. You could see it in his eyes. And Darley has never had any scruples about putting a bullet in an adversary. Not to mention, most of his duels have been over some ladylove’s so-called honor. You were lucky you came out of there unscathed.” “You run off at the mouth, Dougal. As for Darley, I’ll see that he pays for his bloody insolence.” Dougal grinned. “Thinking about hiring some thugs again?” “If need be,” the earl growled, immune to issues of honor. Right and wrong were mere words to him. “Keep in mind, Darley might be on the lookout for a crowd of roughs. He said as much.” “I don’t care,” Walingame spat. “All I know is that he’s going to pay one way or another for fucking my mistress.” “He may not be fucking her.” Dougal didn’t add, And it didn’t look like she was yours.
