Chapter One: Lady Ashton
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock . . .Sir Ribald James snapped the face closed on his pocket watch and stuffed it into the folds of his vest. It was a quarter to seven, and he was early. He was always early--so often, in fact, that if he actually arrived on time, his friends would tease him about being late. As he raised
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