He said the last words as he pressed the door open, and Clairemont froze. Perry was here? Perry, who was one of the few people who had actually met with therealDuke of Clairemont before his death? He and the late duke looked somewhat similar, but he doubted it would be enough to fool a friend.
And yet he had no choice. Gray took a step into the room, then turned back with a look of confusion. “Aren’t you joining us, Clairemont?”
He swallowed hard, shifted his weight so he felt the pistol hidden in the waist of his trousers and the knife in his boot. Then he nodded and stepped into Gray’s office.
A man stood within at the fireplace, his back to them. Quickly Clairemont took in every detail. Perry was tall, wiry. He held his weight more on the left, which could indicate he kept his own weapon on the right. His clothes were not quite as fine as those of a man with a title, but he was well enough dressed. Clearly whatever mess he was involved in paid well and he enjoyed the fruits of his treachery.
The man turned slowly. He had a long, sloped nose and a thin-lipped mouth. He rather looked like the rat he was.
He glanced past Gray and his eyes settled on Clairemont, who held his breath, waiting, waiting for the response, judging what he would do once it came. Time seemed to slow as the seconds ticked by on the clock on the mantel.
Finally, Perry’s eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck is this?”
Gray took a step closer and Clairemont bit back a curse. He was between Perry and Clairemont now, in a very dangerous position.
“The Duke of Clairemont,” Gray said. “Your cousin?”
Perry’s face pinched further. “Hell no he ain’t. Just what the hell are you two about?”
He asked the question, but as he did so, he began to shift his position. Clairemont could see the moves on the chessboard and he dove for Gray, throwing him out of the way just as Perry drew a pistol from his waistband. He fired, and Clairemont felt the whistle of the bullet as it passed by him, just cutting through the fabric of his jacket.
He lunged forward and slammed his hand against Perry’s wrist. The pistol fell away, discharging once again as it hit the floor. Perry threw a punch that connected, sending Clairemont reeling backward, and for a moment, he lost his grip on the man.
But Perry seemed in no mood to fight. Instead of staying or even trying to get his fallen gun, he raced out of the room.
“Damn it!” Clairemont cried out as he regained his balance and took off after the man, Gray hard on his heels. Perry shoved Greene aside as he tore through the foyer and slammed out the door, down the stairs.
Clairemont pushed his body, shutting himself off from pain, from fear, from anything except catching this man. If Perry had a horse, he didn’t wait for it, but ran into the street and across it into the park that faced Gray and Rosalinde’s house.
“We’re going to lose him!” Gray called out from behind.
Clairemont jolted. He’s almost forgotten Gray was with him. But he needed the help so he called out, “Go west, I’ll go east. We can cut him off on the lower path near the lake.”
Gray didn’t argue but ran in the direction Clairemont had told him to go. Perry was far out ahead and frustration grew in him. He lunged over a low wall down onto a lower path and pushed his body to its limit. But Perry turned a corner out of the park, and as Clairemont followed, he disappeared into a large crowd of people on the street, waiting for an overturned cart to be cleared.
“Shit!” Clairemont cried out, slamming a hand through his hair as he looked up and down the street. But Perry was gone. “Shit!”
Gray ran up next to him, out of breath as he gasped, “He’s gone?”
Clairemont nodded. “Yes, gone. For now.”
Gray turned toward him, and Clairemont shifted his focus from one danger to the next. Gray’s eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight, and he fisted his hands at his sides.
“I suppose I should thank you for saving my life,” Gray snapped. “But right now the only thing I can think to say to you is, just who the hell are you?”
Clairemont dipped his head. There were times when a blown cover could be explained away. This was not one of them. Gray was too clever and too protective of his family to believe anything but the truth.
“Yes, I think you deserve that answer,” Clairemont conceded. “Let’s go back to your home. I must send a message to…well, I must send a message.”
“And once that’s done, you’re going to explain yourself,Your Grace.”
“Your coat is shredded,” Gray said as Clairemont watched him pace around the parlor fifteen minutes later. His message to Stalwood had been sent, he was certain it wouldn’t be long before his superior rushed here.
He wasn’t looking forward to anything about to come.
He glanced down at his coat and saw the damage to the fabric where Perry’s first bullet had ripped through. “Yes.”
“Are you injured?” Gray asked.
