Chapter 4
The guest room turned out to be rooms plural. A set of rooms. An extravagance of rooms.
Kit gazed at dressing chamber and multiple fireplaces and black-and-gold onyx-inlaid wardrobes, wondered who in all the hells lived like this, and contemplated tearing the bell-pull from the wall as a sort of futile rebellion. The bell-pull had gilded tassels. So did three of the bed-cushions.
The bed itself towered. It possessed ivy-carved columns. It had indigo drapes that likely cost more than his and Anne’s combined rent. He engaged in a staring contest with it.
“Yes,” Grayson the Younger said mildly, “this would be the Blue Room, Constable,” and gently pried his bag away from his grip and took it someplace else in the expanse of wealth. “If you’d like the services of a valet during yo
