“Nonsense,” Earl Delacour said. “The last train south left half an hour ago.”
Crap.
“We would love to join you,” Kane said.
After a few more pleasantries, in which Lady Elspeth exclaimed over Archer’s hair and the earl complimented Kane’s scimitar, a footman materialized in the foyer from a discreet servant’s door.
“Please show our guests to the Cloud Suite,” Lady Elspeth said, “so they may rest up after their journey. Philippe will have already sent their bags up. If they do not have appropriate clothing for dinner, please see to it that accommodations can be made.”
“Don’t worry,” Archer said. “I wouldn’t let us embarrass you.”
“Good man, Sophin,” Earl Delacour said.
The silent footman led them up the grand staircase, though it was clear that Archer already knew the way to their de
