The League of Rogues
She was Scottish.
"I'm Joanna Lennox." She closed her book and set it aside with her blue tartan shawl on the chair as she stood.
"I know that clan," the man said, noticing the tartan. "MacLeod. Are you Scottish?"
"What? Oh no, my family has relatives who are, but not me." She thought of how very not Scottish she was, and the idea amused her. She had to admit she'd often dreamt of living in the Highlands, not caring a whit what London society or its damned rules thought about her. She put those thoughts aside to focus on the stranger in black. She came closer, wanting to see him better. Logically, she knew she ought to be shouting for help, but she didn't feel as though she was in any danger
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