Fifteen“Thank you so much for showing me home, Mr Russell. I do appreciate it.”
Rosie Kelly looked at him with her sharp green eyes that missed very little, as they halted at the main entrance to the Ebner and gave him a fleeting smile. “I’m especially grateful to be sprung from Corporal Quincey’s paws.” She slid a sly little glance at him from under her long black eyelashes. “He doesn’t like you very much, does he?”
Sebastian shrugged as if it were neither here nor there to him what Edmund Quincey thought.
She pierced him with a shrewd stare. “Something seems to have created bad blood there, that’s for sure.”
Pedestrian traffic in the few blocks they’d walked from the fundraiser to the hotel had been limited to a few carousing clerks and tradesmen weaving their way home from a night’s
