Chapter Thirty-Three
The footman showed Perry to a sitting room and asked him to wait while he fetched his master. Perry stayed standing, bracing himself for what was to come. His jaw kept wanting to clench. He examined the room, trying to find clues as to its owner’s character. There were no ladies’ magazines on the side tables, no pretty china figurines on the mantelpiece. The armchairs were sturdy, upholstered with dark leather, and a row of decanters was openly displayed on the sideboard. A bachelor’s room.
He turned on his heel, trying to reconcile the sitting room with the schoolboy he’d known. The Devereux of ten years ago would never have blackmailed anyone. The Devil of today clearly did.
But why?
Devereux’s father had caught himself an heiress, just as Perry’s father had done
