QUOTE : After Blakely delivered that infamous and muchrepeated set down, he transferred his gaze to the new<br />Marchioness of Blakely.<br />She shook her head, once. Firmly. “Gareth,” she said dryly. “It is your sister’s wedding day. Behave.”<br />Silence. He’d lifted his chin, in typical Blakely arrogance.<br />The crowd waited for the blast.<br />And then Lord Blakely shrugged and grinned helplessly.<br />Grinned. Helpless. A Blakely.<br />“Oh,” said his sister, from where she stood near him. “Is<br />that how it’s done? I’ll have to practice that.”<br />Like that, everything society knew about nine generations of Blakelys went up in smoke.<br />Since that day, there had been no question. Lady Blakely had been granted otherworldly powers at birth.<br />Every smile she coaxed from him, every laugh that she surprised from his lips, stood as testament to her arcane abilities.<br />And those that questioned her worth still had only to see the look in his eyes when he watched her to find all the<br />proof they required.