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Lawrence shook his head “Madam, you have me at a loss”

With hands held behind her back, she reached for the wooden gate “Mr F-Farrow had no siblings” The beauty looked sick with terror “Therefore, I must conclude that you use the term brother because you are a member of the same club”

Confusion rendered him momentarily speechless

Who the hell were the Brethren?

What did she mean by the devil’s mark?

“Charles Farroas h the lord tried hard to forget that a wo a bastard “I assure you I am a man ould rather eat his eyeballs than entertain entleman’s club”

Uncertainty flashed in her eyes

“Charles must have mentioned me,” he said “My name is Lawrence Trent”

Disappointment claay inside when she shook her head and said, “No” The familiar ache eased when she added, “In truth, Mr Trent, I have only spoken to Mr Farrow once”

Lawrence blinked back his surprise “Then why tend his grave?” Had she loved Charles frorieve what ive up his reckless ways and finally settle?

She stared up at him and pursed her lips While he knew his countenance was attractive to the female eye, her level of scrutiny went beyond the superficial

“When one looks closely, your eyes are such a soothing shade of green, sir My ers of truth The eyes hold the secrets of the heart”

The comments unsettled his composure

He had no heart His eyes held the power to rouse fear and dread One hard stare sentelse?

Lawrence straightened and stepped forward “Then you know I have no intention of hurting you, and so I ask again Why are you laying tokens at rave?”