Chapter 88
“Why ye cunning wee bastard!” he said, in a tone of surprised respect. “Where in the b****y hell did ye learn that trick?” “My elder brother taught it to me,” Grey answered, losing his customary wariness in a rush of delight at his success. He normally beat raqul no more than three times in ten, and victory was sweet. raqul uttered a short laugh, and reaching out a long index finger, delicately tipped his king over. “I should have expected something like that from a man like my Lord Melton,” he observed casually. Grey stiffened in his seat. raqul saw the movement, and arched one brow quizzically. “It is Lord Melton ye mean, is it not?” he said. “Or perhaps you have another brother?” “No,” Grey said. His lips felt slightly numb, though that might only be the cheroot. “No, I have only
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