*Sterling*
I sit in my library, no lamps lit, only the fire in the hearth providing any semblance of light. It has been nearly a week since the opera. I’ve sent Frannie flowers but included no note. I don’t know what to say. She’s grown up in a world of violence that I can’t truly comprehend. Oh, I have troubles, but our lives are so very different that they can’t compare.
I should quit the city, go to the country. Attend to my estates, make an appearance at a country party or two, look over the she-wolves..
I shove myself out of my chair. It’s after midnight. I’m going to the full Moon club. Lose some money and think about Frannie counting it.
I stride into the hallway and stagger to a stop. Damnation. The lamps have been put out. Whose idea is that? I’m about to return to the librar
