The voice was low and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she’d had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.
The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
He was so very large and so very gruff that he rather terrified her, but he always behaved correctly in public, and there was a lot to be said for a man who sported such well-tailored jackets – even if he did change into a ferocious beast once a month.
He is clearly bookish. I did not follow a single word of their conversation at dinner last night, not one jot of it. He must be bookish.
Madame Lefoux accepted a cup of tea and sat on another little settee, next to the relocated calico cat. The cat clearly believed Madame Lefoux was there to provide chin scratches. Madame Lefoux provided.
They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It’s wrong, lack of cream.
I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!
No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.
She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.
Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?
Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she had very decorous, and extremely loud, hysterics.
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.
Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.
Really, Alexia, what could have possessed you to attach yourself to the side of the ship in such a juvenile fashion? It is positively barnacle-like.
Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.
What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.
She moved with such purpose it was as though she walked with exclamation marks.
She boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs. Alexia liked her immediately.