Chapter 18
“I’m sorry to find you ill,” Morleigh said, taking the chair opposite Leander without being asked. “I called earlier, but you were still asleep.”
“I’m not ill,” Leander said. “I was merely caught in the rain.” Conveniently, he ignored the fact that he’d awoken after several hours of sleep feeling weak-limbed and still chilled. Powell had brought him soup and more coffee and then Leander had gone back to bed and slept until only an hour ago. He also did his best to ignore his aching head and his side, which hurt whenever he took a deep breath.
“Very well. But you should know that the air in London can affect those unused to it.”
“I’ve been in London nearly five months.”
“That means little. Many people who have lived in London for years have succumbed to its miasma.”
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