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The fireball hit with an i back in the chair

“What baffles nore the sudden need to sleep, “is how you know the steward”

“The steward?” She glanced at his e

Why would Warner knohere his mother lived?

Ah, because the duke’s obsession demanded it so

“Mr Warner The duke’s steward” Hell, his head started spinning “The friend who told you he was sick The confidant who told you I lived in Brook Street” The fop who surely knew he owned Bronygarth, too

Sybil!

“Mr Warner,” he repeated The urge to hurry, the urge to return home thrummed in his veins “The servant who t-tends towith you” The last couess Melrose was the person who held the s But there could—

Damn

Lucius shook his head and fought the need to lie down

“Lucius? Are you unwell?”

Hellfire!

He could hardly keep his eyes open He looked to the woman seated opposite Concern was not the eht a faint smile to her lips What the hell had she done to him?

“Angus!” she called “Angus!”

Lucius vaguely recalled the parlour door opening, caught a hazy look at the soleiveinto darkness, into oblivion