Having just returned from boring some poor unhappy parti to death, she is now about to sally forth on a fresh mission of destruction. She’s—God no! She’s coming this way! Where can we hide? The Earl of Greyley to his wife, Anna, at the Comptons’ soirée He had only an hour until dinner. Chase tossed back the last bit of brandy. He closed his eyes as the liquid warmed a path down his throat and into his stomach. His head still ached, but the pain was subsiding with each swallow. Thank God he’d found the brandy decanter in the library earlier or there would be no sleep that night. In London, he never slept without the assistance of a heavy dose of spirits. Not since— He closed his eyes, his heart clutched painfully. No. Don’t think about it. Never think about it. Slowly the feeling of taut-eyed desperation eased. The soft sound of a clock chimed over his shoulder. His hand shook a little as he poured himself another glass. The last time he’d had spirits was the day he’d been attacked.
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