“Master Theodore,” he greeted. “How lovely it is to see you again, sir.”
“Good evening, Mr Kentington,” Theo replied. He’d put back on that invisible armor, the marquess’s mask, the one that sent a shiver down Henry’s spine: not his Theo, not the real Theo. “I trust you’re well.”
“I am, thank you. Might I take your and your guest’s coats, sir?”
Already lifting his arms, Theo nodded and Mr Kentington circled around him to remove his coat and hand it to a footman, then came to Henry to do the same. Nausea rolled over Henry when the butler stepped behind him, disappearing from his sight.
He felt the approach. Knew how close the man was, someone he did not know. Close enough to slip a dagger between his ribs or set fire to his back, the same way it’d happened to Private Grisham when he’d t
