Letter From a Rake: Destiny Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Sasha Cottman
the arrival of the Radley brothers had on the gathering. For every step they took, someone hailed them. Handshakes came from everywhere, their backs were slapped by every every man in arm’s reach and a chorus of cheery greetings rose ever higher in pitch.
She wondered which of them had been wielding the sword when the dragon had been slain, so rousing was the reception these two young men received. Any moment now, she expected the crowd to hoist them high on its shoulders for the whole world to laud.
How intoxicating it must be to be so popular, to wield such power.
Lucy’s brothers slowly made their way through the thronging mass. Finally, Millie got her first real look at the Radley brothers and her heart stopped.
David had been leading the way through the crowd, but as they drew closer to the girls, the crowd thinned a little and Alex was able to walk beside his brother.
As he appeared from behind David, Millie thought she must be imagining things. No mortal man could be that good looking.
Not merely handsome, but breathtakingly beautiful.
A pile of blond hair sat ruffled atop his head. At first glance it appeared not to have seen a comb or brush for many a day and yet it was perfect.
He looked as if he had rolled out of bed, thrown on his evening clothes and headed out to the Ashton party.
His cravat, against all fashion dictates, was tied loosely around his neck, but in such an elegant way that it was clearly by design. His red-and-gold striped double-breasted waistcoat fit his long, lean muscular body perfectly. As Millie’s gaze took in the magnificence of Alex’s evening attire it was obvious that every piece of clothing on his body was of the finest cut and fabric, the work of a master tailor.
Her eyes drifted down to the highly polished black Hussar boots which clung to his calf muscles. She took a deep breath and tried to turn her head away, but found herself unable to.
Or was it unwilling?
The instant she saw the deep green of Alex’s eyes, she knew he was dangerous. When his soul-piercing gaze landed upon her, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
Millie gave a quick glance over her left shoulder to see who had caught his eye, but found herself facing a dark-green velvet curtain.
There was no one behind her.
When she looked back at the approaching Adonis, she realised his gaze was locked firmly on her, a look of puzzlement etched upon his face.
She looked towards Lucy, but could not catch her eye. Her friend was busy feigning a look of annoyance directed at her approaching brothers.
‘Oh no, I can see this is not going to end well,’ Millie muttered, feeling her face turning red. She took two steps backward, but found herself hard up against the ballroom curtain.
‘I need to get away from here,’ she said under her breath, beginning to panic.
Horrid girls were bad enough, but disapproving brothers were another matter entirely. With his eyes trained upon her like a hunter stalking his prey, she knew she would not be fortunate enough to escape unscathed.
From the look on his face, Millie deduced Alex was not happy to see her standing beside Lucy. Was it that the perfect brother did not like his sister associating with those who were less than godlike? It would not be the first time since arriving that she had been judged by others because of her looks.
Lucy shook her head. ‘You can’t leave yet; you haven’t met my brothers. They will be delighted to meet you, I am sure of it,’ she replied. ‘Once I have finished boxing their ears, that is.’
Millie grabbed a handful of the heavy green curtain. For an instant, she toyed with the idea of hiding behind the voluminous fabric and making herself invisible, but she knew that would be ridiculous. Escape was impossible.
With every step, Alex drew closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. Trapped by his stare and unable to flee, she steeled herself for the humiliation she knew she was about to endure.
‘I was beginning to
She wondered which of them had been wielding the sword when the dragon had been slain, so rousing was the reception these two young men received. Any moment now, she expected the crowd to hoist them high on its shoulders for the whole world to laud.
How intoxicating it must be to be so popular, to wield such power.
Lucy’s brothers slowly made their way through the thronging mass. Finally, Millie got her first real look at the Radley brothers and her heart stopped.
David had been leading the way through the crowd, but as they drew closer to the girls, the crowd thinned a little and Alex was able to walk beside his brother.
As he appeared from behind David, Millie thought she must be imagining things. No mortal man could be that good looking.
Not merely handsome, but breathtakingly beautiful.
A pile of blond hair sat ruffled atop his head. At first glance it appeared not to have seen a comb or brush for many a day and yet it was perfect.
He looked as if he had rolled out of bed, thrown on his evening clothes and headed out to the Ashton party.
His cravat, against all fashion dictates, was tied loosely around his neck, but in such an elegant way that it was clearly by design. His red-and-gold striped double-breasted waistcoat fit his long, lean muscular body perfectly. As Millie’s gaze took in the magnificence of Alex’s evening attire it was obvious that every piece of clothing on his body was of the finest cut and fabric, the work of a master tailor.
Her eyes drifted down to the highly polished black Hussar boots which clung to his calf muscles. She took a deep breath and tried to turn her head away, but found herself unable to.
Or was it unwilling?
The instant she saw the deep green of Alex’s eyes, she knew he was dangerous. When his soul-piercing gaze landed upon her, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
Millie gave a quick glance over her left shoulder to see who had caught his eye, but found herself facing a dark-green velvet curtain.
There was no one behind her.
When she looked back at the approaching Adonis, she realised his gaze was locked firmly on her, a look of puzzlement etched upon his face.
She looked towards Lucy, but could not catch her eye. Her friend was busy feigning a look of annoyance directed at her approaching brothers.
‘Oh no, I can see this is not going to end well,’ Millie muttered, feeling her face turning red. She took two steps backward, but found herself hard up against the ballroom curtain.
‘I need to get away from here,’ she said under her breath, beginning to panic.
Horrid girls were bad enough, but disapproving brothers were another matter entirely. With his eyes trained upon her like a hunter stalking his prey, she knew she would not be fortunate enough to escape unscathed.
From the look on his face, Millie deduced Alex was not happy to see her standing beside Lucy. Was it that the perfect brother did not like his sister associating with those who were less than godlike? It would not be the first time since arriving that she had been judged by others because of her looks.
Lucy shook her head. ‘You can’t leave yet; you haven’t met my brothers. They will be delighted to meet you, I am sure of it,’ she replied. ‘Once I have finished boxing their ears, that is.’
Millie grabbed a handful of the heavy green curtain. For an instant, she toyed with the idea of hiding behind the voluminous fabric and making herself invisible, but she knew that would be ridiculous. Escape was impossible.
With every step, Alex drew closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. Trapped by his stare and unable to flee, she steeled herself for the humiliation she knew she was about to endure.
‘I was beginning to
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