*Scarlett*
I have never been so grateful for an invitation in my life. With books lining shelves, newspapers on tables, and thickly padded leather chairs for comfort, the library is just the sort of room I appreciate. Much quieter than the gaming floor. Two seconds after we’ve settled into our seats opposite each other, a liveried young man is standing nearby.
Joker holds up a finger and waves it toward me. “Brandy?”
“Actually, I would prefer whiskey.”
He looks up at our attendant. “Scotch, Peter, for the miss and myself, your best bottle.”
“Yes, my Beta.” And off the lad goes.
“You know his name.”
“I don’t believe in taking those who serve me for granted.”
The servant returns straightaway and sets a crystal tumbler in front of each of us. Joker flips him a coin which he readily ca
