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married, Mother’s been hinting that she’d like to see each of us follow in his footsteps.”
    “Without the abduction part, of course.”
    “Well, that goes without saying.” Archer kicked his Hessians up on the edge of his desk. “She’d probably feel fortunate if we avoid the scandal part too.”
    Gray raised his brow and nodded toward his brother’s feet. “If Lady Sophia saw you do that…”
    “I do not answer to Sophia Cole.”
    No, but he did answer to Dashiel Thorpe, the Marquess of Eynsford, their half brother and pack alpha. And Dash had hired Lady Sophia. Gray shrugged. “If you want to risk your own tail, it doesn’t matter to me.” He dropped into a seat across from his brother. “Holmesfield’s granddaughter knows I’m a Lycan. She knows there are three of us.”
    Archer’s feet fell back to the floor with a thud, and his mouth dropped open. “How does she know that?”
    “I told her.”
    “You did what?” Archer roared.
    “I told her there were three of us,” Gray amended. Then he touched the mark beneath his left ear. “She has the mark of the beast on her thigh, Arch.”
    “On her thigh ?” His brother’s golden eyes widened with either horror or surprise, Gray wasn’t certain which. “Am I to take it you are freshly betrothed to the lady then?”
    Gray scoffed. “I didn’t see the mark, you arse. She told me where it was.”
    “She told you? What sort of lady is this chit?”
    “She’s not one.” Gray frowned. At his brother’s quizzical expression, he hastened to explain. “I wouldn’t exactly call her a lady, that is.”
    “What would you call her?”
    Temptation incarnate. “Our worst nightmare.” Gray sighed. “She told me she knew what I was, with Holmesfield just a few feet away. She has no sense of decorum, Arch. Can you imagine what would have happened if the earl had heard her? We’re just fortunate the old prick is half deaf.”
    Archer’s brow furrowed as though he was trying to make sense of the situation. “How long will she be in residence?”
    “Until she escapes, but that might be too late for us.”
    “Escapes?”
    “She’d like to catch the next frigate back to New Orleans, but she’s been sent here to learn to become a lady.”
    “Sounds like she could use the training. Wait!” Archer’s eyes lit up. “Perhaps we could convince Holmesfield to employ Lady Sophia, and then we’d be rid of her. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.”
    “Oh, Lady Sophia will get the chance to meet Miss Mayeux. We’re all going to Bath, you and me included.”
    “Bath?”
    “Mother has apparently promised Holmesfield that she’ll help smooth Miss Mayeux’s entrée into society. They think to start with Bath now, so she’ll have a taste of what’s to come in Town next season.”
    Archer looked as grim as Gray felt. “Why would Mother do such a thing?”
    Gray shook his head. “You should have heard her all the way home from Holmesfield Court, gushing about Miss Mayeux. Apparently Mother grew up with the chit’s mother. They were dear friends, and Father actually introduced Lady Grace to a French Lycan of his acquaintance. The rest is history. But now Mother is determined to help her old friend’s daughter. And you and I have been recruited into this nonsense.”
    “It is nonsense. I won’t do it.” Archer shook his head.
    Gray sighed with relief. “I was hoping you’d say that. If we band together…”
    A knock came at the door, and Archer mouthed the word “Mother” to Gray. “Yes? Come in.”
    A moment later, their mother stood in the threshold, glowing with more joy than Gray remembered seeing in a very long time. “Oh, perfect. You’re both here. Archer, did Grayson tell you the wonderful news?”
    “He told me you expect us to head to Bath, but—”
    “Oh, she looks just like Grace did, darker though. More French, like her father. But with her eyes and cheeks and lips, I would recognize her anywhere as Grace’s