“I don’t know how you managed to pull the wool over Mr. Hounslow’s eyes, but I’m warning you now—he’s not one to be trifled with!”
Isolde glared at the expensive wine on the table. “How can he give such an expensive wine to a bottom feeder like you? Have you thought about the consequences once he finds out who you really are? This wine won’t be so free then!”
“I appreciate your concern.” Whenever it came to Isolde, I could only smile and nod. My fiancée was the only person in the room actually worth my time, anyway.
Eirwen had been quite upset ever since we came here. I was glad to see that Gareth Hounslow’s brief stint in the room had brightened her mood.
“I doubt any of your relatives are brave enough to drink with us, Eirwen,” I said. “You haven’t had much to eat today, either. Why
