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frustrated him more than having information withheld. Gilles grimaced.
    “That's a very complicated question. She is Lady Giselle St. Claire.” He looked at Alastair as if that was explanation enough. “We need to deal with that first. I was planning to leave for Winthorpe tomorrow morning. Lucien wants Lucifer for Bellona. If I go on Lucifer, can you get her out of London discreetly and follow?” Gilles paused as he waited.
    “Of course but you still haven't explained who she is to you. What aren’t you telling me?” Alastair went to fill his snifter as he forced himself to relax. When he turned Gilles was rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
    “I need to talk to her first, Alastair. I know nothing more now than I did when I returned from France. I don't know what would put you or her in danger. I don't know why she's here, now. I have an idea but I don't want to distract us with conjecture.”
    “Were the two of you lovers?” Alastair was confident that Giselle had not lied but after Gilles’ dramatic response, he wanted to be sure. He had his answer before Gilles spoke. His head jerked back and he gasped before he shook his head.
    “She's like Mirabelle to me, Alastair. I've known her since she was fourteen.” He went to his desk and began writing a letter. Alastair took the seat across from him.
    “I want to marry her.” He was surprised by how easy it was to say, how certain he was. Gilles’ eyes grew round and he froze. When he finally looked up, his mouth hung open and he blinked several times before shaking his head.
    “I have to advise you to reconsider your intentions, Alastair.” Gilles said softly.
    “Do you think I'm not worthy or suitable?” His chest felt tight and he was surprised that he was disappointed. Gilles leaned back and sighed.
    “Absolutely not. I could think of no one more worthy, I promise.” Alastair was relieved.
    “What is your objection, then?” He watched his brother closely.
    “It’s not that I object. Not at all. But I think it would be a terrible idea for you to pursue Giselle. Not only because I know that she, herself has very serious objections to marrying, but because I think she wouldn't be an ideal match for you.” His expression was one of concern and appeal.
    “Why do you say that?” He was very interested in his brother’s concerns but he knew they would not change his mind. Gilles raked his hands through his hair.
    “You met her. I'm sure you noticed that she isn't the most tranquil and passive person. I can't see her spending a quiet night in the library reading or embroidering.”
    “And you think this is the sort of wife I would want?” Alastair had a feeling he should be offended.
    “I honestly don't know, Alastair! Until a few minutes ago, I was quite certain you would never marry. I don't know what sort of woman would suit you, I've never known you to even look at a woman. Why have you suddenly decided to marry? And her of all people?” Gilles rested his elbows on his desk and stared expectantly. Alastair decided on honesty.
    “I couldn't feel my body, or move, when I first saw her, Gilles. I've never had a spiritual moment before in my life but when I held her, I could have easily believed that she had fallen from heaven. I've never felt anything like that. I kissed her. I couldn't help myself. Can you believe that? Twice. I lost control and it was the most human I have ever felt.” Alastair paused but Gilles merely stared. “I've bedded three and sixty women. I can describe their every detail because that is how my mind works. Despite the fact that I did not find one more attractive than the other or take more pleasure from one than the others, I can tell you that 42 had red hair and a scar on her ankle and 12 was Spanish and had small breasts. I did not choose any of them because something drew me to them. I required a woman, either to become proficient at lovemaking or because it was time. I have never spontaneously given into my urges, I