A heart that wasn’t his own beat beneath his ear, and the arm around his shoulders relaxed its grip as he stirred from sleep. Memories of the previous night were slow to surface. He was oddly relieved to find the…
Consequences – #KOTW
Geraldino fought the urge to hit something while he waited in Crowthorne’s office. It would only worsen his circumstances, and would provide no more than a few seconds relief for his frustration. He’d already messed up enough tonight – talking…
Breaking the Rules – #KOTW
The touch disturbed him, jolting him from his thoughts and dragging him back to awareness of his body as an immutable part of himself. By the time Jonquil opened his eyes the touch had withdrawn and from the corner of…
A Matter of Personal Taste – KOTW
“Boss wants to see you.” Geraldino paused in his task of cleaning the hallway skirting boards and looked up at the messenger boy. “Are you taking over here?” “If you need me to.” “Good.” He stood, straightened his clothing, and…
The Perils of Unfashionable Dress – #KOTW
Eric Grantham looked up from his work at the opening of the study door. “Pardon the interruption, sir,” his senior footman said, “there is a carriage approaching the house. Were you expecting any visitors?” Eric closed his books with the…