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the
parlor.”
    A deep growl rumbled out of Tristan as his
wolf surged to the surface.
    The Alpha stopped and gave him a hard look,
one that all but dared him to continue.
    Tristan clenched his hands at his sides.
    “Sit, Enforcer,” Pierre said. “Or I’ll make
you sit.”
    For one insane moment, Tristan considered
challenging the Alpha. The thought must’ve shown on his face
because Pierre’s amber eyes widened.
    “I won’t harm her,” he said.
    Tristan wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t
forbid the visit without starting a major incident. He’d never
wanted to be Alpha. Tristan didn’t want the responsibility of
caring for so many wolves. So what had gotten into him? Isabel’s
face flashed in his mind. He knew she was trouble, and this proved
it.
    Pierre laughed, and then the Alpha stepped
into the hall.
    It took every fiber of Tristan’s being to nod
and sit back down.
    Pierre made sure to shut the door behind him,
so there would be no chance of Tristan hearing what was going on.
That didn’t stop Tristan from trying to listen. He’d give the Alpha
ten minutes. If he didn’t return within that time, then Tristan
would go after him.
     
    * * * * *
     
    The door opened behind Izzy. She turned,
expecting to see Tristan, but instead found the darkly handsome
Pierre La Fontaine staring at her. He noted the missing sandwiches
on the platter.
    “I trust they were to your liking,” he said,
indicating to the food.
    “They were fine. Thanks,” Izzy said, rubbing
her arms. Where was Tristan? She wanted out of here. Now!
    “I’d like to have a word with you before
Tristan joins us. Which I have no doubt will be very soon.” Pierre
grinned.
    What was so funny? Izzy hoped Pierre skipped
the niceties and got straight to the point. He didn’t know that
she’d heard them talking, so if he lied, she’d know.
    “Please, have a seat.” Pierre pointed to one
of the expensive-looking settees.
    Izzy hesitated then perched on the edge of
the seat. Instead of taking a seat opposite her, Pierre sat down
next to her. Izzy immediately scooted away.
    She checked to see if the move had insulted
him, but his smile only widened. Izzy angled herself in such a way
that she kept him and the door in sight.
    Pierre noticed but didn’t comment though for
a second Izzy thought she heard him laugh. The sound was there and
gone before she could be sure.
    “What did you want to talk about?” she asked
to hurry things along. She knew exactly what the monsters had
planned for her.
    “What do you think of Tristan?” Pierre leaned
back and draped his arm over the back of the settee.
    Izzy blinked. The question surprised her so
much that it took her a full minute to answer. “What do you
mean?”
    This time Pierre did laugh. “I’m just curious
what you think of him. Feel free to speak candidly. You are safe
within these walls.”
    Yeah, but what would happen when she left
the house?
    “He’s fine,” she said noncommittally.
    “You can do better than that,” he said.
    “Okay, he’s bossy and thinks he knows
everything.” She had no idea what Pierre was after, and until she
figured it out Izzy wasn’t about to be too direct.
    “So the kiss wasn’t that good,” Pierre
said.
    Izzy’s eyes widened in shock. Heat spread
from her face to the rest of her body. Why had Tristan told Pierre
about their kiss?
    She sputtered as words clustered in her mouth
and tangled on her tongue. “I-I-I.” Izzy cleared her throat. “I’m
not sure what that has to do with anything.”
    Pierre took pity on her. “I’ve known Tristan
Chevalier for years. He’s never been one to play with...” –he
paused— “anything.”
    Play? What did he mean by that? Izzy had no
clue, but it hardly mattered since she’d heard exactly what Tristan
had planned for her.
    “Perhaps he’s trying to soften me up before
he delivers bad news,” she said.
    “Perhaps,” Pierre said. “But I’ve never known
Tristan to care about such