The League of Rogues
"I am the Duke of Essex and I will not run off with my tail between my legs. We will avoid Blankenship if possible, and if we cannot, he will be dealt with."
There were nods all around the table.
"Ashton, can you arrange for the ceremony to be at St. George's in Hanover Square?" That was all the rage in London now. It was a lovely church, well known for its impressive front portico supported by six tall Corinthian columns and a tower just behind the portico, near enough to the League's various residences that the trip would not prove risky.
Ashton grinned. "I suppose. I do have some pull with the bishop. He owes me a favor ever since that incident last year, during Michaelmas, you know." The
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