Thirty Three
MORGAN!” VALLENTYN SAID, with as much shock at seeing him as Morgan felt at meeting his brother.
“Hello, Vallentyn,” Morgan said, taking his brother’s hand. He had changed, Morgan thought. He was definitely looking older. It was odd, but he supposed he hadn’t seen his brother for a number of years now, despite living on the same estate. Only Vallentyn never came to visit him in the woods and Morgan had never been able to leave them.
His brother looked around the nearly deserted room nervously. Morgan had never been inside a gentleman’s club before, but when Nestor discovered this was where his brother was this, and every afternoon, they had decided that it was much easier for Morgan to meet Vallentyn here than risk seeing his mother if he had gone to Vallentyn House.
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