Chapter 9
Cedric fingered the stack of cards Ashton had abandoned on the table. “You know, Ash, you are not my favorite friend at the moment.”
Ashton chuckled. “You wound me, Cedric.”
Cedric huffed and listened to the sounds of feminine chatter. Emily and Horatia were with Anne, all three ladies whispering by the small fire in the hearth. He could hear the logs pop and snap. While the spring was relatively warm, today had been cooler than most.
“What has Ash done to deserve your displeasure?” Jonathan asked, the newest to their League. His blond hair and green eyes, not to mention the familial resemblance to his older brother Godric, made him nothing short of a young Adonis. He was more reserved when out among the ton at social gatherings than the other members of the League. Having li
