“You would not think twice about accompanying Raoul.”
“Explain Antoine to those who have not met Charles in all his glorious insanity,“ Henri stubbornly persisted.
Charlotte pulled a clean shirt out of the wardrobe and handed it to him. “Start packing. I am not planning to stay here all day.”
“M. Patrice de Seveigney resides in Paris. He recently inquired if the evil spirit of Charles has been exorcised from Charlotte, and even so, I detected the smoldering embers of his almost-forgotten passion.”
“More accurately, the question was prompted by his unrequited lust.” Charlotte tossed a black powder flask from hand to hand. The good-looking, sweet-talking, playful and scatterbrained youngest son of Dowager Duchess de Seveigney had shamelessly flirted with Charlotte, she flirted with him,
