Corsets And Crossbows: A Drake Chronicles Novella In Letters - Plot & Excerpts
I know you’ll agree. I left the house just before sundown, claiming another outing with Beatrix. If our mothers ever discussed anything but silk dresses and eligible bachelors, their daughters were in serious trouble. As it is, they were both too distracted. Ironically, Mother has noticed my tête-à-têtes with Dante. Perhaps she knows I am out and about but prefers to turn a blind eye. He is an earl’s son, after all, and would make a credible son-in-law in her eyes, as good as Percy. If only she knew the truth. I borrowed money from Justin without telling him why and then I hired a hack again, not wanting our family carriage to be recognized on the street outside a bachelor’s lodgings. A hunter without a reputation is no hunter at all. How else will I gain admittance to the drawing rooms and ballrooms that swell with gossip nightly? I must think ahead. I must plan and prepare and do my duty. This is the litany that ran through my head as we rumbled down the roads, coachmen shouting at a muffin girl who stepped off the curb without looking, dogs barking, gentlemen laughing and lifting their hats to fine ladies.
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