He was dressed in a plum-colored silk frock coat and breeches, with the lace of his cravat nearly as deep as her own, and an almost unwieldy signet ring on his right hand. His white stockings were spotless, and Sophie guessed he had demanded that his bearers carry his chair into the reception hal...
Elspeth commanded, yanking at the hands that held her. “I promise I won’t run. I need to go to the Ramsays.”“You’re not going anywhere, citizen,” snapped the guard at her right.She writhed. The guard’s grip burned her wrist. She could see the crowd milling around Alexander Ramsay. She pulled. The...