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does it make?” Isabelle questioned warily.
    Sebastian rolled his eyes and took a drink.
    Apparently, she intended to continue acting as though she knew nothing of the codicil. “I didn’t know I was going to have to marry her. I have a feeling you made Father put her name in the will, so stop acting as though it was all a big surprise. Why her? Wouldn’t any woman have worked?” Sebastian took another sip of his drink and set the crystal glass down on the marble mantel, making a heavy clinking sound over the hiss of the fire.
    “Is it because of Devlin?” he asked, scrutinizing her to see if her countenance would falter. “Are you afraid your young rakehell of a husband may wander over to greener, younger pastures, searching for a better… cow?” Sebastian could see by her reaction that his words were closer to the truth than she would ever admit. He felt a little bad giving her such a hard time, but it truly stung that she betrayed him in such a way. Now he had to pay the price and marry her ward to get what was rightfully his.
    Isabelle tried to conceal her expression. She did not want to admit the truth in his words. “Well, that is neither here nor there; she is a wonderful girl and will make a fine mother for your children.”
    “Not bloody likely!” Sebastian exclaimed vehemently. “I sincerely doubt I will even be able to perform my husbandly duties. She is insipid and watches me like a pathetic dog, waiting for a treat. Moreover, by the looks of her, she should eat a treat now and then. What did they do? Starve her at boarding school? She looks like a bloody carcass with eyes. Oh, and don’t get me started on those books she carries with her everywhere like a shield.” He waved a hand in the air.
     
    “Sebastian, goodness, she isn’t as bad as all that. Where have your manners gone? I don’t even know who you are right now!” Isabelle exclaimed sadly.
    “Oh please, don’t play the innocent with me. You’re no paragon of virtue, either. We both know you have had more than your fair share of bedmates. It is a shame your former husband lacked the fortitude to withstand your charms in the bedchamber. He dropped dead so quickly; was it a month… two? How kind of him to leave you Hawthorne Manor and all its entailments. Still so young with so much money, I would say you are set for life, now aren’t you, my dear aunt?” he asked in a saccharine voice.
    “Oh, stop, Sebastian. I never claimed to be a saint.”
    “What of Judith? Will she get to choose her husband?”
    Isabelle glared at him, her own ire rising. “What?”
    “Judith. Your new husband, Devlin’s sister; isn’t she now living in your home and off the money from your deceased husband as well? Have you forgotten her so easily? Why not give it to Marguerite? Wait; she has her own money from Victoria. Or does she? Where did her money go, Isabelle?” Sebastian asked snidely, even though he knew the answer to most of his questions already.
    Isabelle paced back and forth, wringing her hands.  “Cease. Please. Judith has no place to go and Marguerite’s money will go to you, I made sure of that,” Isabelle defended, smoothing non-existent wrinkles from her ice-blue gown.
    “Do you know what I find interesting? Judith is a stranger to you, and yet you take her in and supply her with not only a home, but new clothing as well. Marguerite, your ward, you know, the one you pledged to look after ‘til the day you die… what are you doing with her?” He looked pointedly at Isabelle. “Oh right, you are dumping her off on me so your husband won’t try to bed her.” He shook his head angrily before finishing his drink.
    Isabelle walked forward, her skirts swishing softly against the thick Oriental carpet, with her arms outstretched, “Sebastian, sweetheart…”
    He lifted his hand in the air to stay her. “I have a wedding to prepare for. Or did you forget I am to be married in a few short hours?”
    “Of course not… Can I do