Always a Rogue, Forever Her Love
“He brushed a hand over the three-days’ growth of beard upon his cheeks, he was in desperate need of a bath, a change of garments, some rest, and a stiff drink. He climbed the steps to his townhouse. His butler, Smith, threw the doors open and he sailed inside.“How do you do, my lord?” the deaf, Smith shouted his greeting.Jonathan managed a weary nod, and handed his cloak off to the servant. As he stepped into the marble foyer, he didn’t know what he expected. His sisters’ cries combined in a symphony of sadness, perhaps. Mother, wan and shaken. Only silence met him.Jonathan hadn’t known silence in the nineteen years since Patrina had been born. He looked to Smith expectantly. “Where is the countess?”The old servant arched an eyebrow. “Congratulations, my lord on your win!” he shouted in return.“My win…?” he mouthed.“Your contest win, my lord.” Smith’s booming voice thundered off the walls.“I didn’t win a contest,” Jonathan said with a shake of his head.
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