• Learning More

    Talking to Adrianna For a few seconds I just stood there, staring at Niamh, wondering how things had changed so quickly. I walked into the ball with Nate by my side, not believing for a moment my oldest friend might be capable of betraying me. Blinking, unwilling to let any of the tears fall in front of a total stranger, I tried to let it go, to do what needed to be done, to leave the emotion until later. That had never been something I’d been all that great at, and I’d used up most of my willpower to not burst into tears in front of the Duke of West.…

  • Talking to Adrianna

    The Duke’s Ball When Nate walked in with Adrianna on his arm I knew exactly what he, and his brother, were doing. Had it not been for Richard Nate would never have known who she was. That would have been better for everyone involved. Seeing the pain in her eyes when she realised the man she loved was betraying her… had I been anyone else I would have been able to comfort her, but I wasn’t. She didn’t trust me, and that I understood. I was the Duke of West, a title that came with certain connotations I’d done nothing to dispel when I inherited it, knowing they’d help me…

  • The Duke’s Ball

    When Nate asked me for help the last thing I was expected was for the two of us to end up at a fancy ball. Normally when he asked for help I’d find myself covered in mud, blood, and a lot of nastiness I really don’t much like thinking about. As he made certain the mask he’d bought me was on tightly I studied him. He seemed more tightly wound than he ever had done before, which was worrying. Even at the goriest of jobs he was laid back about it all, often joking about whatever ended up in my hair, so his quiet perfectionism was something I didn’t much…