Page 84 of Wolfehound
“Who are you, then?”
“A de Wolfe.”
She wasn’t going to tell him, but she was smirking about it. Things like that usually annoyed him, but he could see that she was being playful, not nasty. Endearing, even. Whatever it was, it was just this side of sweet.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Whoever you are, your deception was clever.”
“Did you believe it?”
“I did.”
She laughed. “Then I am going to make an excellent spy!”
With that, she skipped out, leaving Jordan grinning and Tyrus grunting. “Please do not let her become a spy,” he saidsoftly. “Even if she’s not entirely serious, discourage her. It is no life for someone like that.”
Jordan began unrolling the bandages. “Ye think not?” she said. “I canna agree with ye. She fooled ye. She can fool anyone.”
Tyrus sighed heavily. “Are all of the de Wolfe women like this?”
“Like what?”
“Lovely tyrants?”
Jordan snorted. “Aye, lad,” she said. “Every one of us. And don’t ye forget it.”
He wouldn’t.
For as long as Tyrus le Mon lived, he wouldn’t.
EPILOGUE
Folkingham Castle
Three Months Later
“It’s called aWelsh diamond,” Liam said. “I hope you like it.”
Cambria was still staring at it, the enormous clear stone in a gold setting that he’d placed on her finger. It was absolutely magnificent and she couldn’t get enough of it. Nor could Caria, who was seated beside her. The woman had practically torn her hand off trying to get a look at that glorious wedding ring.
“Welsh diamonds!” Caria said gleefully. “I’ve heard of those, but I’ve never seen one. Liam, it’s beautiful!”
He stood over the pair, smiling down at his wife. “Remember the day my family and I came to Folkingham for the wedding?” he said. “The day that le Mon arrived and the world became chaos? You may or may not recall that I’d brought a gift for you that I was unable to retrieve before everything happened. This is it.”
Cambria held up the ring, looking at it in the light. “It was worth the wait, my love,” she said. “It’s absolutely magnificent. I shall wear it proudly.”
Liam simply beamed.
In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop beaming. He had been beaming steadily for the past three months as he recovered from his injuries resulting from his battle with Tyrus. The knife wound hadn’t been too serious, thankfully, and had missed all of his vital organs, which was a stroke of luck. Therefore, all he’d had to do was endure the stitches, the poison that had briefly touched him, and a recovery time that had been longer than he would have liked. Cambria had been by his side through the entire process, and that was what had him beaming so much. He had never spent three solid months with her during the course of their lifetimes and certainly not during the course of their courtship.
Three solid months with her and he couldn’t wait to marry her.
No one had tried to discourage them from being married immediately except for War. He was the one who was reluctant this time because he wanted his son to fully recover before taking on something as taxing as a new marriage. The last thing he needed was for his son to exert himself and end up setting back his recovery. He had tried to explain that to Carlton, who didn’t want to hear it because Cambria was weeping daily about not being married. At the ten-week mark since Liam’s injury, War finally gave consent for the wedding to take place.
And it had.
Today.
It had been a small ceremony involving the couple and their parents and a priest who blessed the union. All of this took place right outside of the great hall because inside the hall, the festivities had already begun. Brothers and cousins had all taken to drinking the expensive wine that Carlton had provided for the occasion, so by the time the happy couple arrived, everyone was fairly drunk. The attempt to actually make it to the dais had beeninterrupted by many brotherly hugs, and slugs, and drunken kisses to the bride’s cheek. After they suffered through all of that and made it to the table, they were plied with plenty of food and drink and the wedding feast began in earnest.
