Her smile had all the humor of a knife's edge.  "Unfortunately, Harrick is no longer suitable to the task, as it will be difficult to disgrace her, as I was, from Penitent Tower."  Aurora turned her attention back to the Baroness, the rest of the scene, table and throne, her uncle and brother, fading away.  Unconsciously, her back began to arch, her shapely bottom rubbing against Balthazar's thighs.  "How can we destroy her, grandsire?"