Chapter Twenty-Two
~May 6~
Archer dropped his head into his hands, but it was all he could do to keep from bashing it against the dining table again and again.
“Rough night?” Kineton asked, coming into the room.
Straightening himself, he said, “One which I wish I couldn’t remember with such clarity.”
“Drunk?” his friend asked, taking his place at the head of the table.
“Sadly, no. I was completely sober, and that is precisely the problem. If I had been properly drunk, I would not have the events of the evening going through my mind now. No, I would be blissfully ignorant of my own stupidity. Instead, I remember everything, every single last detail down to the color of the ribbons on Miss Benton’s nightgown.”
Kineton started, nearly jumping from his chair. “I beg your pardon?” he nea
