“What brings you to Eversea House, Moncrieffe?" Very polite the question, but strain pitched it nearly an octave higher than Ian's usual voice. His nostrils had flared; white lines made dents on either side of them. "Opportunity," Moncrieffe said simply. And smiled the sort of smile that wolves do, when they have their prey neatly cornered.” VengefulAlexander MoncrieffeIan Eversea Book:What I Did for a Duke Source: What I Did for a Duke
“What are you about, Moncrieffe?" Eversea did look decidedly ill. "What am I about...? Well, I'm 'about' to enjoy, or at least drink, a cup of ratafia. Or brandy if I can get it. I'm about to join your father for a brief discussion of an investment opportunity in his study. I'm about to divest your neighbors and guests of their money in five-card loo. But that's later. More importantly, I'm about to dance with your sister." It was the smile Moncrieffe offered here, and the way he said "sister," that had Ian reaching, in a reflex almost as old as time, for a sword he wasn't wearing. He forced his hand to ease. For Moncrieffe had seen it; he casually placed his own hand inside his coat. A pistol was never far from his person.” ThreateningBrotherly LoveAlexander MoncrieffeIan Eversea Book:What I Did for a Duke Source: What I Did for a Duke