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➢Chapter 16- Better than her

Oh. My. God.

Watching Lucius medicate himself with scotch was one thing, but standing idly by while Narcissa kamikazed him was another.

Y/n wasn't going to allow the skinny blonde to hit on her husband. She finished her wine and relinquished the glass, but before she took two steps toward Lucius, Regulus stepped in front of her.

"May I have this dance?" A smile lifted his trimmed beard.

"No. I have a blonde's ass to kick." She smiled sweetly.

"Ah. Yes, that would be good for the media." He offered his hand. She regarded it suspiciously.

"Are you going to give me more answers than he did?"

"I doubt it." He took her hand and she sent a look across the room at Narcissa and Lucius, wanting nothing more than to bust through the crowd like ten-pins before that woman could sink her teeth in him.

Again.

Funny how defensive Y/n was and she didn't know what had gone down between them. But something. Her intuition was spot-on even on her worst day.

She allowed Regulus to lead her to the center of the ballroom amidst a few couples dancing and chatting. He expertly turned her so her back was to Lucius .

"Just remember to smile."

She forced a grin and spoke between her teeth. "How's that?"

His mouth pulled into a grimace.

When she went to move away from him, he laughed and towed her back in. "I kid, I kid. Come on, Sis, relax. I promise it's not as big of a deal as you're making it."

"Really?"

"Probably."

Regulus's eyes were lighter grey-blue than Lucius, his hair black, the waves hanging over a white button-down shirt that had to have been custom-tailored to cover the expanse of his shoulders.

She'd met Regulus once before at a conference. Towering over everyone, dressed in a tight T-shirt hugging his rounded muscles and sporting a bearded smile that was oh-so-genuine, he wasn't an easy person to overlook. He carried the Malfoy air of confidence and moved like he was in charge. And he was not bad on the eyes. She'd noticed that as well, though her danger-o-meter went off the moment he came near. This guy was a player.

He towered over Y/n, almost as tall as Lucius, so she had to tilt her head a little more than usual to talk to him.

"Who is she?" she asked.

"Who?" Regulus's eyes flicked to the side, then back. He grinned. How full of sh*t was he? Y/n rolled her eyes to let him know she wasn't buying it. "Oh, her."

"Yeah, her."

"That's Lucius's story to tell, Sis." True, but she didn't feel like being fair. She wanted to know the truth and Lucius wasn't talking.

"Obviously they dated and she's horrible."

Regulus laughed and squeezed her hand in his. Y/n stole a casual look over her shoulder, making out Lucius's arm and Narcissa's dress before Regulus moved her again and blocked her view with his huge body.

Y/n pegged him with a glare. "Is she a socialite?"

"You could say that. She cares a great deal about money," Regulus said.

"Were his flowers not well received?" she fished.

"No can do on the intel." Regulus shook his head. "I have a suggestion, though. When he comes back over here, seduce him. Make him a little hot under the collar in front of everyone and then take him home and"—he winked—"you know."