![]() After all, it was not every evening that a baronet collapsed senseless in his own music room. There was a little thrill of excitement in the air. Behind me the guests were murmuring, buzzing, pushing closer to get a look of their own. He busied himself for a few brisk moments, palpating and pulse-taking, while I bobbed a bit, trying to see over his shoulder. He is convulsing."Īn impatient figure in black pushed past me to kneel at Edward's side. I leaned as close to him as my corset would permit. He lay, curled like a question mark, his evening suit ink-black against the white marble of the floor. I stared at him, not quite taking in the fact that he had just collapsed at my feet. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor. ![]() ![]() I'd say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. ![]()
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