Read Doomsday Brethren, Book 04: Entice Me at Twilight for Free Online Page B

torture. “Let me be the one. Let me try. Please.”
    “He’s got it bad,” Ice muttered.
    Duke swallowed—and didn’t say a word. Why refute the truth?
    “All right, then,” Bram relented, clearly against his better judgment. “Marrok and I will find the people on the guest list you’ve marked. Thankfully, that’s a mere handful. You deal with the workers and Felicia. Meet us in the chapel in ten minutes.”
    Though he disliked it, Duke didn’t have any more appealing options. He must find the Untouchable and whisk him or her away before Mathias and the Anarki descended.
    “I should call off the wedding entirely, for safety’s sake.” Duke liked that idea—a great deal.
    “Can’t,” Bram argued. “If you do, people will leave, and you’ll never find the Untouchable. As soon as we discern their identity,
then
we’ll halt the wedding and send everyone home.”
    “Indeed.” Then reality hit him. How could he do that without disappointing his mother? Mason would hate him even more. And the stunning Felicia? He grimaced.
    Did he have a choice?
    Bram clapped him on the back. “I know this is difficult,but it’s for the best.”
    Right. Then why did he have this knotted feeling in his gut that his life was about to change forever?
    Knowing the die had been cast, Duke turned and left his bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs, Ice fell in step at his shoulder, wearing an expression that said
poor bastard
. Duke did his best to ignore it.
    Quickly, he hunted up the florist, the cake decorator, and the wedding planner, all of whom his mother had insisted he meet in the past few days, hinting that she hoped he might require their services soon. One by one, he quickly reacquainted himself with them, ostensibly to ensure everything went smoothly. After he touched each individual, Ice simply shook his head. Within minutes, they’d run through most of their list and come up empty-handed.
    “It must be one of the guests,” Ice declared as they left the kitchen.
    “Or the minister.”
Or worse, the bride
.
    The thought of Felicia in the middle of this war made Duke sick as hell.
Please God,
anyone
else
…
    Exiting the kitchen, they headed for the chapel, his guts in knots. Duke had walked perhaps twenty meters down the corridor when the flock of young beauties darted for him again. He groaned.
Not now …
    Through the window behind him, a flashbulb went off. Paparazzi, damn them. Duke had little doubt these images would appear on some tabloid or another come morning.
    At his side, Ice chuckled. “Right hell to be so popular. Are these the same girls who surrounded you earlier?”
    “I think so.” He hadn’t looked that closely.
    Searching for a gentle but insistent way to throw them off, Duke said, “Ladies, there will be plenty of time after the—”
    One pressed her lips to his, cutting him off in mid-sentence. Another stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle, then whispered exactly what she’d like to do to him if only they had a bit of privacy. She wasn’t shy. The rest swarmed around, not allowing him an inch of air.
    Bloody hell!
Not that he hadn’t experienced such unladylike behavior before, but at his brother’s wedding, steps outside the chapel?
    As he tried to jerk free, someone shoved the women aside with a feminine growl, then grabbed him by the arm and whirled him around. Felicia, in white lace, surrounded by a halo of golden curls. And she looked furious.
    “Are you mad or simply unable to control your libido for a few minutes? I’m attempting to have an important conversation, and your behavior is disruptive. I don’t know how your mother or brother abide this. Mason says you’re forty-three; you act sixteen.”
    She sent a severe scowl to the women still hovering about, trying to gain his attention. “You all have seats somewhere. Find them!”
    The women backed away—though not happily. At the moment, Duke could have kissed her for freeing him. Hell, he wanted to