Chapter 93

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“…asks after you each time we call. Of course, we put him off, as you asked, but—”

Julien tossed Cordelia’s letter aside and poured himself another glass of port. No doubt his aunt could lecture as well on paper as she could in person and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. He walked over to the window and looked out over the immaculate lawns of Shadowcross Manor as he sipped his drink.

The only reason he’d opened Cordelia’s letter in the first place was to see if she had any news about how Leander’s recovery was progressing. He knew what Cordelia would say to that; that if he’d remained in London, he would be able to check on Leander’s progress in person, which was probably true. Kit would likely refuse him entry if he called, but Julien was fairly certain Chance would allow him in.