When he woke up in a few hours, the reason was not the delicate attempt of the footman to wake him up and not the bright sunlight streaming through the window. He was rudely awakened by Dunford, who unceremoniously broke Smiders' resistance.
"Wake up, Ashbourne!" Dunford shook him by the shoulder. "We have too little time, so do not lose it."
Alex barely opened his eyes. The sensation was as if he had been waxed for ever.
"What are you doing in my bedroom, let me ask?"
Feeling the unbearable smell of fumes, Dunford winced.
"My God, Ashburn, what were you doing last night?" Maybe you bathed in whiskey?
"I do not recall inviting you to my bedroom," Alex grumbled.
- I also. In truth, there are many bedrooms that I would prefer yours, but I already said: we have a very short time, and i
