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Aycliff's Vow: A Hellfire Club Erotique
Excerpt from Chapter 1:
“There comes a time when you have to move beyond what was,” she said from next to him, “and seek a new future.”
“I have no future without her,” he said flatly.
“You had agreed to Olivia Reynard,” Henrietta reminded him. “Allow me to find another suitable companion for you.”
His hands tightened into fists behind his back and he tried not to remember that moment of weakness and depression when he had accepted his father’s pronouncement. Even then, Callum knew his acceptance, made in a haze of alcohol and misery, had been a mistake. But he’d been lonely and at the end of his rope—every lead he’d tracked down had hit a wall. Elizabeth had truly disappeared.
“That was my father’s doing,” he snapped. “Before his death. I’ve no interest in anyone else save Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth may no longer be a choice for you,” Henrietta said quietly.
Furious at her words, Callum turned and stalked the few paces separating them. “I’ll find her if it means tearing this country to shreds,” he vowed. “Even if I have to dismantle your club brick by brick.”
Real fear flashed in her eyes and Henrietta took a step back. She quickly regained control of herself and raised her glass in salute to him. Satisfied he’d made his point, Callum stepped back and returned to staring blindly out the window.
“What of Dervin?” he asked.
“I’m told,” Henrietta said, “Caleb Dervin has attempted passage to France. However, I believe that to be an elaborate ruse.” She paused and sipped her drink, but Callum knew better than to suppose that move to be a stalling tactic. “In fact, I think him either in London or nearby. He has far too many business concerns,” she added with a touch of irony, “not to be readily on hand in London.”
Pleased with this turn of events, Callum nodded. If Dervin was indeed nearby, he’d find him far faster than if the bastard was in France.
“Keep what spies you have well paid,” he told her, turning to meet her steely grey gaze. “And make sure I’m informed the moment he surfaces.”
“Dervin isn’t like Garrow,” Henrietta warned and finished her drink. “He won’t be trapped without inflicting what pain he can.”
“The only pain to be inflicted,” Callum promised and saw Henrietta understood him perfectly, “will be Dervin’s when the rope snaps his neck.”