Oh, sweet thoughts of blood and bonds.
Oh, sweet thoughts of blood and bonds.“Pettigrew! You have arrived, dear chap! Come in, come in.” A jovial duke stood on the steps to his honey-colored country home, Avonmead, and beckoned John and his wife forward. “I am so happy to see you. You are the last to arrive for our little Christmas house party.”
John and Dinah ascended the stone steps and entered the hall behind Halmesbury. They swiveled their heads up in awe to stare at the exquisite frescos painted on the lofty hall ceiling.
“My lady, Clinton will show you to your rooms, and my bride will meet you for tea once you have had a chance to freshen up. Take as long as you like. Could I steal your husband for a few moments to have a drink?” Dinah looked at John, who tilted his head in agreem
