Devil's Heart
Tapping the latter gently, he tipped his head forward as their target guest made his way in.
"Lord Roothwell Henchele, Baron of Neverland hills," Raymond said with a nod. He opened his mouth to receive the piece of ham a dancer fed to him, the most beautiful he'd seen that night. Turning to the Duke of Anfield, he nodded and let go of the woman, pushing himself up from his seat.
Philip Forland, although strikingly attractive, was in a mood that seemed to repel every woman from him. The Baron was here alright, but they were still one man less. And Monica was still nowhere to be found.
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