perfect.”
His knobby hands worked the white square into some kind of origami masterpiece and stuffed the thing into place on Butch's chest.
“Now, you are ready for your guest. She is here. Are you receiving?”
Receiving ? “Hell, yeah.”
As they went out into the hall, the butler laughed softly.
“I look stupid, don't I?” Butch said.
Fritz's face grew serious. “No, not at all, sire. I was just thinking how much Darius would have enjoyed all this. He liked a full house.”
“Who's Dar—”
“Butch?”
Marissa's voice brought them both to a halt. She was at the head of the stairs, and she took Butch's breath away. Her hair was up high on her head, and her gown was a pale pink sheath. Her shy pleasure at seeing him made his chest swell.
“Hey, baby.” He walked forward, aware that the butler was beaming with delight.
She fidgeted with her dress, as if she were a little nervous. “I probably should have waited downstairs. But everyone's so busy. I felt like I was in the way.”
“You want to hang up here for a while?”
She nodded. “If you don't mind. It's quieter.”
The butler chimed in. “There's a second-floor sitting porch. Just go down the hall. It's at the end.”
Butch offered her his arm. “That okay with you?”
She slipped her hand through his elbow. As her eyes skittered away from his, her blush was enchanting. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
So she wanted to be alone with him.
This was a good sign, Butch thought.
As Beth carried a heaping platter of crudités into the dining room, she decided that Fritz and Wellsie could have run a small country together. They had the brothers racing around, setting the dining room table, putting fresh candles out, helping with the food. And God only knew what was happening in Wrath's chamber. The ceremony was going to take place there, and Rhage had been down in the room for an hour.
Beth put the platter on the sideboard and headed back into the kitchen. She found Fritz struggling to reach a large crystal bowl high up in the cupboard.
“Here, let me get that.”
“Oh, thank you, mistress.”
She put it down on the counter and then watched as he filled it with salt.
That's some serious hypertension right there , she thought.
“Beth?” Wellsie called out. “Can you go into the pantry and grab three jars of peach preserves for the ham basting?”
Beth went inside the boxy little room and flipped on the light switch. Cans and jars ran from floor to ceiling in an overwhelming array of options. She was looking for the peach section when she heard the door open.
“Fritz, do you know—”
She pivoted around. And slammed right into Zsadist's hard body.
He hissed, and they both leaped back as the door shut them in together.
He closed his eyes as if in pain, his lips drawing back from his fangs and teeth.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered, trying to move farther away. There wasn't much room, and there was no escape. He was standing in front of the door. “I didn't see you. I'm really sorry.”
He was wearing another tight long-sleeved shirt, so as his hands curled into fists, the flexing of his arms and then his shoulders was obvious. He was big to begin with, but the power in his body made him seem huge.
His lids opened. When those black eyes touched her face, she cringed.
Cold. So very cold.
“Christ, I know I'm ugly,” he snapped. “But don't fear me. I'm not a total savage.”
Then he grabbed something and left.
Beth sagged against the jars and cans, looking up at the empty space he'd left on the shelf. Chutney. He'd taken chutney.
“Beth, did you find—” Wellsie stopped short in the doorway. “What happened?”
“Nothing. It was… nothing.”
Wellsie gave her a level stare while adjusting the apron over her blue dress. “You're lying to me, but it's your mating day, so I'll let you get away with it.” She located the jam and took down some jars. “Hey, why don't you go to your father's room and have a lie-down? Rhage has finished, so you can take a deep breath down there. You need to pamper yourself a little before you're mated.”
“You know, I think that's a good idea.”
Butch leaned back in the wicker rocker, crossing his legs and pushing at the floor with one foot. The chair made a creaking sound.
In the distance, heat lightning flashed. The night smelled of the garden down below.
And of the sea.
Across the shallow porch, Marissa tilted her head back to scan the sky. A slight summer breeze touched the tendrils