Silvered young, he made less splash than
dashing rakes with grandiose plans. Manners masked sardonic smiles as he
looked out over the flock. Whether he thought them birds or sheep, he
would not say, but neither did he hunt there.
Instead, he went
for a wisp of a girl, observant, disillusioned. Powdered, jeweled, and
plumped for plucking, she’d have been a beacon for the marriage-minded.
She preferred to hide both her name and the money attached thereto.
“I have a laboratory,” he began, “experiments in progress. Some quite…unusual.”
She slipped her arm through his, her smile aberrant, “Take me there.”
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