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I am not marrying your sister.” Silas stated this flatly, ignoring the way his companion sat back in the leather club chair with one eyebrow cocked in consternation. “I will ruin you if you don’t,” the Earl de Lucey, a man Silas had once considered a friend, answered easily. Almost as if he was as amused as he was irritated with this situation. “You can try,” Silas said. “I outrank you.” “Barely,” shot back de Lucey. Silas did not often flash his lineage about like a protective badge. Frankly, apart from the immense wealth that came with the title of Earl of Huntley, he had little use for high society. But that was before de Lucey’s half-sister, Lady Isabelle Kingston, had cornered him on a balcony and kissed him. Ever since that wretched afternoon almost two weeks ago, his surname had become a shockingly apt description for his predicament. He was being hunted through London’s ballrooms. Hounded to do the right thing and marry her already.