Penzance, England, April 1822
Penzance, England, April 1822Penzance, England, April 1822
“You know what’s wrong with you, Trystan?”
Trystan Cartwright, the Earl of Zennor, arched a dark brow at one of the two men seated across from him at the table in the grimy little tavern.
Graham Humphrey, a blond-haired gentleman with gray eyes lit with dangerous mischief, grinned at Trystan. His companion was Phillip, the Earl of Kent, a solemn man with a nature so honest he made up for Trystan and Graham’s roguish ways. Graham and Phillip were two of his most trusted friends, the only ones who could rein him in when his recklessness began to spiral.
“What?” Trystan asked, his tone laconic as he lifted his glass and downed the scotch within it.
“You’re bored. You get testy when you have nothing
