pitiless.â
She leaned into the touch, and when he cupped her face, when he touched his lips to her own, she didnât remind him that his role was as her wolf, not her lover. Instead, she let him sip at her mouth, let him warm the cold place in her heart with the rough heat of his masculinity.
When he lifted his mouth, she fisted her hand in his shirt. âMore, Noel.â Almost an order.
Shaking his head, he brushed back her hair with a tenderness sheâd never felt from a lover. âI wonât take advantage of you. Today, Iâll be your friend.â
âFen has been my friend for decades,â she said, sliding her arm into his when he offered it to her. âAnd he never presumed to put his mouth on mine.â
âObviously Iâll be a different kind of friend.â
The lighthearted words served to calm her, until by the time they emerged into the main gardens, she was the angel who ruled New Orleans and its surrounds once moreâhard and powerful and without vulnerability. âYou will discover who hurt Mimosa,â she said to Noel, âand you will tell me.â There would be no mercy for the perpetrator.
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T he first thing Noel did after escorting Nimra to her personal study, was to head out to track down Violet. The maid had given him a fleeting but significant look when sheâd brought him the plastic bagâthe contents of which heâd surrendered to Christian earlier, because heâd needed to be by Nimraâs side when she buried Mimosa.
However, he hadnât taken more than three steps out of the private wing when Violet walked into the corridor with a tea tray. âI saw Lady Nimra return,â she said, lines of worry around her eyes. âShould I . . . ?â
âIâll take it in,â Noel said. âWait for me here.â
The teenager gave a swift bob of her head while Noel ducked inside. Nimra was standing by the window, her back to the door. Leaving the tray on the coffee table, he walked to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders. âEat something.â
âNot yet, Noel.â
Knowing she needed to grieve in private, this strong woman who had the heart to love a creature so very small and defenseless, he left her with a fleeting stroke through her hair.
Violet was half hiding in an alcove, her eyes fearful. âIf she sees me, Noel, sheâll know.â
âWho?â he asked, though he had a very good idea.
âAmariyah.â The girl hugged herself tight. âShe thought no one was in the kitchens when she came in because I always hide when sheâs nearâsheâs spiteful.â A gulping breath. âI saw her take the meat, and thought it was strange but didnât really worry about it.â
âThank you, Violet,â he said, certain she spoke the truth. âNo one will know the information came from you.â
The maid drew up her shoulders. âIf you need me to, Iâll swear witness before the whole court. Mimosa dying so soon after Queen, itâll have broken my ladyâs heart. Some say she doesnât have one, but I know different.â
Noel stayed in the corridor for long minutes after Violet left, considering the maidâs statement. His faith in her aside, the fact was, it was her word against that of a vampire. A vampire who was the child of the most trusted member of Nimraâs court. Amariyah could turn around and accuse Violet of the same act.
It was dusk by the time he decided on a course of action. Heading away from the private wing, he walked down not to the main dining room, but toward Fenâs cottage. As heâd expected, Amariyah was at home with her father. Entering at Fenâs invitation, Noel sat with the elderly man for a while, talking of nothing and everything.
When the subject of Mimosa came up, he made sure his gaze met Amariyahâs. âI have a very good idea of the person behind the cowardly
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