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He was dressed entirely in black and wore a grim look over his handso scent drawing an invisible path for hirance unfurled itself in the air, and thehis breath
A tranquil streauing, barely distinguishable hint of poison ivy…
A scent like no other, he thought pensively, and one so mild that only those with the sharpest senses would detect the dangerous threat underneath
The scented trail continued into the heart of Amstel Square, and the man followed it with his customary briskness He despised waste and inefficiency of any type, and the only instances he was inclined to take his ti someone
A short distance away, he heard a panicky rush of words being uttered, watchtower sentries frantically sending out es to anyone who needed to be alerted
The marquis!
The Marquis of Sangre!
The marquis is on his way!
OBLIVIOUS TO THE CHAOTIC flurry of activity taking place within the walls of her school, Rhapsody, seated under the shade, had her head bent over notepad while absently tapping on the blank page with her pen Already on her twenty-seventh atte the ideal words to impart…
I know you know I am Not Normal It must therefore have been clear to you fro me your pet and heartkeeper would be A Terrible Mistake
No, no, no To write such words would be akin to begging for his lordship’s pity, and that would not do Her Master was an exceptionally kindhearted man He would never set himself free of her if he believed his departure would cause her the slightest bit of sorrow
It shames me to admit that I Did Not Co your pet and heartkeeper It was only when I witnessed the interactions between Lady Zari and Lord Alexandru, your brother, that I realized how Grossly Mistaken I was about my role
Rhapsody nearly gagged at what she wrote and quickly flipped to the next page in a rare fit of frustration Why, it was al – when that was not the case at all!
She knew – and had long accepted – that she was not the kind of girl men would fall in love with, and most especially not men like her most precious Master