Chapter 18
Is This Author the only one who has noticed, or have the (gentle)men of the ton been imbibing more than usual these days?
Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, 4 June 1813
Simon went out and got drunk. It wasn't something he did often. It wasn't even something he particularly enjoyed, but he did it anyway.
There were plenty of pubs down near the water, only a few miles from Clyvedon. And there were plenty of sailors there, too, looking for fights. Two of them found Simon.
He thrashed them both.
There was an anger in him, a fury that had simmered deep in his soul for years. It had finally found its way to the surface, and it had taken very little provocation to set him to fighting.
He was drunk enough by then so that when he punched, he saw not the sailors with their sun-redd
