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the past six nights had been some of the most uncomfortable he’d experienced in a long time.
    She’d captured his attention from the first minute he’d seen her in the gallery. Dark brown hair swept back in a cluster of curls at the back of her head had revealed a classical profile. An invisible cloak of strength and softness had enveloped her. Powerful and sensual, her sultry, seductive aura had drifted its way through the space separating them. The intense potency of it had knotted his muscles with a dark lust he was unaccustomed too.
    His work in the East End had taught him how to read people well, but Mystère had lived up to her name. There was a touch of something bordering on innocence that was in direct opposition to the confidence and feminine strength she projected. She’d captivated him enough to seek her out. It was something he never did in the club. Rather he relied on Angélique to make arrangements for a suitable Lady he could serve for a night’s pleasure.
    Even though Mystère had done nothing to encourage him, Tobias had been certain he’d captured her attention. But she’d been as elusive as her name each time he’d offered to submit to her will. The frustration her refusals had stirred in him had annoyed him. It was a sign the woman intrigued him more than he liked. He should have known to accept her refusal and walk away.
    Instead, he’d agreed to her command that he save his seed for her. He’d thought obeying her instructions would be an effortless task to accomplish. It had been anything but easy. Not once since her command had he allowed his hand to alleviate his suffering, and he was definitely suffering. Every time he thought about the woman, his cock jumped to attention and demanded a release.
    What the devil was wrong with him? He’d submitted to other Ladies before, and none of them had twisted him in knots like Mystère . The silent confession only raised his level of irritation. Arms folded across his chest, Tobias glared at the participants in the theater below. The soft rustle of satin caught his ear and he turned his head to see Angélique moving toward him. He immediately rose to greet her.
    “Tobias,” she said with a smile as she kissed him on both cheeks. “I’m surprised to see you, mon cher . You are becoming a regular visitor.”
    “Why?” Determined not to admit his nightly visits were because of a woman and one woman only, he arched his eyebrows at her as they sat down. Angélique eyed him carefully then smiled.
    “I shall not tease you, old friend.” The Frenchwoman patted his arm. “But I am glad you are here tonight. I have several strong suspects in the matter of the traitor we must find. I believe they might be of use to you in your search.”
    “You have their real names?” he asked quietly with a nod.
    “Yes, but I am not willing to share them here.”
    “Of course,” he said. “Why don’t I call on you tomorrow? Would eleven o’clock be a good time?”
    “ Oui , I have no engagements in the morning, and I wish to find this bâtard as soon as possible. Whoever has done this terrible thing has harmed you, and jeopardized the reputations of other members as well as my livelihood.” The fierce anger on Angélique’s face abruptly changed to a look of fear. “If I were to lose La Maison des Plaisirs Sombres , I don’t know how I would be able to provide for Margaux.”
    “I doubt it will come to that. But if the worst were to happen, there is another solution,” Tobias murmured.
    “ Non , I will not tell Caleb anything,” Angélique snapped. “I will not be indebted to him for any reason, but most especially not when it comes to Margaux. I will not risk him taking her from me.”
    “I’ve known Caleb for a long time, and I’m certain he wouldn’t take Margaux from you.”
    “I refuse to take that chance,” she said with an emphatic note in her voice.
    Tobias nodded his head. It was an argument he’d had with Angélique before. She