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LE DIABLE BLANC BARGAIN…( small glimpse in the story)
"You said I am too proud and I—I am," Rogue said, laying her hand on Remy's chest in desperate supplication. "If you will let my sister go, I'll do any humble task you give me. I swear I'll repay you in a hundred ways."
"Please," Rogue whispered, "I'll do anything. You have only to tell me what you want."
"I want you in my bed." he said huskily. Rogue hand fell away from his tunic. Behind them her sister's coughing rose to a terrible crescendo and she shuddered with alarm.
"Do we have a bargain?" he asked, and when she hesitated, he stated calmly, "In truth, I have no need to bargain with you at all, Chere, and you know it. I want you, and if that makes me a barbarian in your eyes, then so be it, but it doesn't have to be that way…Do we have a deal?" Remy asked, his long fingers sliding up and down her arms in an unconscious caress…
Chapter One
"A toast to the Prince of Thieves Remy LeBeau and his bride!"
Under normal circumstances, this call for a wedding toast would have caused the lavishly dressed ladies and gentlemen assembled in the great hall at D'ancanto manor to smile and cheer. Goblets of wine would have been raised and more toasts offered in celebration of a grand and noble wedding such as the one, which was about to take place here in New Orlean.
But not today. Not at this wedding.
At this wedding, no one cheered and no one raised a goblet. At this wedding, everyone was watching everyone else, and everyone was tense. The bride's family was tense. The groom's family was tense. The guests and the servants and the hounds in the hall were tense. Even the first earl of Dancanto's, whose portrait hung above the fireplace, looked tense.
"A toast to the Prince of Thieves Remy LeBeau and his bride!" Henri LeBeau, the groom's brother pronounced again, his voice like a thunderclap in the unnatural, tomblike silence of the crowded hall. "May they enjoy a long and fruitful life together."
Normally, that ancient toast brings about a predictable reaction: The groom always smiles proudly because he's convinced he's possesed something quite wonderful. The bride smiles because she's been able to convince him of it. The guests smile because, amongst the nobility, a marriage connotes the linking of two important families and two large fortunes—which in itself is cause for great celebration and abnormal gaiety.
But not today. Not on this fourteenth day of October, 1725.
Having made the toast, the groom's brother raised his goblet and smiled grimly at the groom. The groom's friends raised their goblets and smiled fixedly at the bride's family. The bride's family raised their goblets and smiled frigidly at each other. The groom, who alone seemed to be immune to the hostility in the hall, raised his goblet and smiled calmly at his bride, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
The bride did not bother to smile at anyone. She looked furious and mutinous.