The carriage stopped before a familiar apartment off King Street. It was strange how he was constantly searching for the familiar, as if it could ground him and prevent him from flying though time, back into the blank unknown. The sense of relief at his recognition was overshadowed by a sense of incongruity. Something seemed…uneven.
Rupert opened the door and nodded a greeting. “Can I bring you anything, madam?”
Annette slid her perusal over Landon’s frame. “I believe I have everything I need, Rupert. In fact…you may retire. I doubt I’ll need you the rest of the evening.”
Rupert had the grace to keep his expression stoic. He gave his mistress a slight bow and excused himself.
Landon followed Annette into the library where an open bottle of Madeira awaited them. She poured herself a gla
