*Rupert*
“What the devil was Silverpine thinking?”
I watch as my cousin agitatedly paces my library. As he is prone to do, Edmund arrived without announcement or invitation. He has the unfortunate habit of releasing flying spittle when speaking with such forcefulness. I do wish he would sit so my maid-of-all-work would have more success at cleaning things up when he leaves. I have an aversion to filth.
“Jack Moondancer, you say?” I ask him.
Edmund comes to an abrupt halt. “Yes, Jack Moondancer. The Jack Moondancer.”
“I’m not familiar with him.” I admit.
“How can you not be? He owns a gambling establishment, The full Moon club. He refers to it as an exclusive gentlemen’s club, but everyone knows what goes on inside.” My cousin huffs.
I sip my brandy, fighting off the urge to go wash
