Paparazzi Rising
Part 5. Noussoir's Story
“And they plan to expose the truth behind the rumors about each Glantrian Prince?”
”Yes, not that you have anything to hide do you, madame princesse?”
In the silence, Noussoir was baiting her and she knew it.
“Have the other Princes heard about this?”
“Some.”
“And?”
“And what, madame princesse?”
“Noussoir, do I have to squeeze every bit of information out of you?”
Dolores Hillsbury placed her hands around the young man’s smooth neck and pretended to choke him. She wore an expression of mock menace somehow seemed all too real.
Noussoir du Marais did not like this game and released himself from her grip.
“Bon, what would you like to know, madame?”
“The Princes, how do they react to this prospect of the Paparazzi Glantri?”
“As they should mostly…”
“Meaning?”
Noussoir smiled at the exasperated the Princess of Fenswick. She strode out of her bed in exaggerated fury and unabashed naked glory.
“Bon,” said Noussoir, as he watched his alabaster lover dress herself in a night black satin robe, “Malachie has always been running the rumor machine, and has pledged his support. Carnelia, ever the politician, has made arrangements for one of her agents to infiltrate the organization. Morphail has a sleeper minion in the group. Brannart doesn’t care. Harald is too stupid to know about these things…”
“And you have no interest whatsoever in this little troupe…” Dolores said without looking at him.
Noussoir knew that those last words were less of a statement than a challenge, a suggestion—a command even, from this lady who thought she owned him.
“No interest whatsoever…” Noussoir replied with controlled nonchalance.
