us.'
Gabriel glanced at Vane; Vane looked to Richard, who was looking at Harry. Lucifer bent a look of disbelief on his brother. Jaws aching, Devil kept his head down, his gaze locked on his son's cherubic countenance.
It was Vane who stepped into the breach. 'So?' The single syllable was steeped in unchallengeable superiority; with any other woman, it might have worked.
Honoria merely turned her head, looked Vane in the eye, then turned back to Gabriel. 'You will donate the entire proceeds from your enterprise, with any interest accrued, to Mr. Postlethwaite, to use as he sees fit. As
Her eyes challenged them to gainsay her; each considered it-none did.
Briskly, Honoria nodded.
Sebastian cried, an eloquent warning of impending hunger. Honoria immediately lost interest in wagers, lead roofs, and indelicate speculation. Turning, she held out her arms commandingly; Devil handed his son over, an unholy smile lighting his eyes, lifting the corners of his lips.
With Sebastian at her shoulder, Honoria headed for the door, utterly ignoring the five large males she passed. She swept straight out of the room, the ladies closing ranks behind her.
Six males watched her go-one with glowing pride, the other five with uneasy trepidation.
They paid up without a whimper. Mr. Postlethwaite was delighted.
One month later, they attended the dedication; each uttered a prayer that fate wouldn't, just yet, turn her attention their way.
Unfortunately for them, fate wasn't listening.
