5
Something was afoot.
Charles took his turn at the billiard table, aiming and taking a shot. All of his friends were in the room with him, happy, laughing about something he couldn’t begin to understand—married life. The rift was there, a widening gap between him and the rest of the League that made his stomach knot. How had it all happened so quickly? In the span of a year, he’d been cast out of their world as they all one by one settled down.
And they can’t even see it…
He tried to banish the wave of despair sweeping through him before he spoke. “What’s Em up to, eh?” he asked Godric.
Godric leaned against his cue stick. “Em? Nothing, so far as I know. Why?”
“She called on my lad Linley, and I wish to know why. Are you in need of a new valet?”
Godric snorted. “Certainly not. Jere
