He sincerely begged her pardon? Well, she sincerely knew where he could shove that apology.
She paused before Felix’s chamber and shook out her limbs. Time to deal with her fuming brother. A muffled grunt and then a crash came from inside. Bloody fantastic. He was clearly still raging. She wasn’t sure putting him in a headlock in his current state was the wisest idea. But if she had to, she’d try.
She pushed into Felix’s room and abruptly came to a halt. Mr. Thorne slammed Felix into the wall. What in the blazes? She froze, her limbs no longer working. Growls, curses, and heavy breathing filled the chamber. Felix spun them and thrust Thorne against the wall, spitting a curse at the man, low and unintelligible.
The crash shook her from her momentarily stunned state. Oh, God—panic flew through her like a lightning strike. She was going to need to get help. There was no way she could break this up.
But wait…
Oh. My. God.
Her eyes nearly popped off her head and rolled across the floor.
Because Felix and Mr. Thorne were grappling together in some sort of furious, lip-locked embrace.
Oh. My. God.
Her jaw dropped, and she stared dumbly, immobile. It was like they were trying to kiss the other one to injury. What the bloody hell was going on? She scrubbed her hand over her eyes. But nothing changed. They were still entangled in some sort of violent—Lord, she didn’t know—sexual combat?
Thorne managed to get himself off the wall, pushing Felix away from him. Thorne’s back was to her, and she couldn’t see Felix behind the valet’s massive frame. Should she alert them to her presence? Should she leave? Were they going to kill each other? Kiss each other more?
“You are the most insolent bloody arse I have ever met,” Felix spat.
Felicity winced at the vitriol dripping from Felix’s tone.
“And you are the most pig-headed, priggish pillock,my lord.”
Felicity’s eyebrows shot to her hairline. She thought she might be impressed at how Mr. Thorne mademy lordsound as appealing as the contents of a chamber pot.
Felix launched himself at Throne.
Shite. Fuck.
She stepped forward, arms reaching out helplessly. Because truly, what wasshegoing to do here that would have any sort of impact? The men scrabbled until Throne let out a high-pitched yelp, then his knees hit the carpet with athud. Felicity stilled. Felix’s back was to Felicity now, and she couldn’t see Thorne but could hear his slight whimper as Felix leaned over him.
She should go get help. This seemed more murderous than anything, even with the kiss. She didn’t know what Felix was doing, but it was clear Thorne must be in pain. She quietly started backing toward the door.
There was a beat of silence before Felix spoke, his voice deep and husky. “What a good little valet you are, on your knees for me.”
A groan came from Thorne.
Felicity steps faltered. Now she wasn’t so sure those were sounds of pain. The tension in the room shifted. The change was palpable, something dark and unstable in the air. She reached for the door. She was fairly certain she should leave. That her brother wasn’t going to hurt or kill Thorne. And that she absolutely didnotwant to be here for what was going to happen next.
A low, rumbling chuckle left Thorne. “If you think because I’m the one on my knees that I’m not the one in control, my lord, you are sorely mistaken.”
Her brother’s head fell back on a groan.
Eyes flying wide, Felicity scrambled out of the room as quickly and silently as bloody possible.
Holy fucking shite.
She hurried back to her room. What the bloody hell was this day? Because she could not wrap her head around all the fucking madness that had occurred thus far.
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AknockcameonFelicity’s door for the second time that night. A bloody knock. What people weresupposedto do before they entered.
