To Lily it felt somber, like waiting. Waiting for spring to return again, waiting for Claire's season, waiting for Lilliana to return. The looming end of her time with James still haunted her every day. Lily had slept far later than she should. The servants must think her ...
Observe, my friends. The married specimen.” Warren’s voice rang out in the dim, smoke-filled confines of their gentlemen’s club. A hand flattened atop Hunter’s news sheet as another lifted his half-empty glass. “What are we drinking, Lord Townsend?” asked August in a mocking tone. He took a sip a...