The Beautiful Stranger
“He stood in the formal drawing room of his Mount Street home, Portia beside him as he greeted guests.
Then Phillip appeared, his blond hair wildly mussed, his shirt stained red with blood, weaving in and out of the crowd, smiling at Arthur over the shoulders of his guests. He came so close, but when Arthur reached for him, he melted into the crowd. He turned to Portia, only it was Kerry now standing beside him, wearing a plain gray broadcloth amid the sea of pastel silks, her blue eyes glittering. He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him cold with a punch in the ribs. He groped for the injured rib, but she hit him again, hard.
Ouch.
Och, ye sleep like the dead.
The gritty sound of Thomas McKinnons voice dragged Arthur from the depths of a very comfortable sleep. He felt the discomfort in his side again and opened his eyes. In the dim light of a single candle, he could see it was the toe of Thomass boot that was striking him in the ribs, the bloody bastard.
He rolled away, pre...sented Thomas with his back, and asked through a wide yawn, Is there something I might do for you at this ungodly hour, Mr.MoreLess
Then Phillip appeared, his blond hair wildly mussed, his shirt stained red with blood, weaving in and out of the crowd, smiling at Arthur over the shoulders of his guests. He came so close, but when Arthur reached for him, he melted into the crowd. He turned to Portia, only it was Kerry now standing beside him, wearing a plain gray broadcloth amid the sea of pastel silks, her blue eyes glittering. He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him cold with a punch in the ribs. He groped for the injured rib, but she hit him again, hard.
Ouch.
Och, ye sleep like the dead.
The gritty sound of Thomas McKinnons voice dragged Arthur from the depths of a very comfortable sleep. He felt the discomfort in his side again and opened his eyes. In the dim light of a single candle, he could see it was the toe of Thomass boot that was striking him in the ribs, the bloody bastard.
He rolled away, pre...sented Thomas with his back, and asked through a wide yawn, Is there something I might do for you at this ungodly hour, Mr.MoreLess
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