*Hunter*
I want to bury myself in a woman, drown myself in drink, and show Miss Luck that no matter how atrocious the cards are, I don't need her. I can make do very well on my own.
So, other than cursing Faye, what the devil am I doing here? I had expected the first time I attended a ball after Jessamine's passing would very much resemble taking a hard kick between the legs. I can't deny that when I first enter the ballroom, I glance around, out of habit, searching for her.
But then my gaze is arrested by coppery hair held in place with pearl combs, and a smile that threatens to steal my breath... even if it isn't directed at me. With whom the deuce is she dancing? I don't recognize the young upstart, but he is obviously closer to Faye's age than my own. I will have to ask around, I th
