Chapter 7
As his coach rolled through the London streets, Matthias leaned back, satisfied despite the fact that he hadn’t unearthed any useful information at the dinner party he’d attended. The only remotely interesting thing he’d learned was that Violet Rexford had made enough of a splash to warrant a passing remark among the ton. After dinner, he’d decided to ease his frustrations with a visit to Madame de Vere’s.
The aspiring playwright he met there was only too happy to demonstrate his gratitude for Matthias’ patronage in one of the many available rooms. His talent with his body—Matthias could have cared less about the man’s talent with a pen—was pleasing enough that Matthias was moved to offer him transport home. On the way to the playwright’s shabby lodgings, there was another disp
