His Christmas Angel (A Regency Holiday Romance Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
“Fetch Lords Knightwick, Prescott and Spaulding for me,” he said, to a footman. “And tell them to meet me in my Library.” “Yes, my lord,” the footman said, dashing off. He had hoped to have a rather different ending to the night, but he wouldn’t rest easy, and he knew that Ann wouldn’t have a moment of peace until she knew that her mother would be safe from Sir Wilfrid’s hired muscle. He strode to the library, and waited. Walking over to his tantalus, he opened it up and pulled out a few firing glasses, and some whisky. He heard a great many footsteps and realized before he turned that more than just Freddie, Felix and Gil had come. He sighed. All of the Angels of Death had gathered along with his father, his brother, his Uncle Edward, Henry and his grandfather. So much for keeping this quiet. “Well, my lords, let us make one last toast to my wife and then, then, I think we should discuss the matter of her toad of a father.”
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