The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo

“Do pardon him, Doctor, he really is working on making fewer death threats on my behalf.”

Our heads would look altogether sinister next to each other on the vacant pikes at London Bridge,” Blackwell suggested.

“You make an excellent point. Do you suppose they’d leave the eyepatch on?”

“It’ll be my final request.”

“As it should be. It’s rather iconic, if you ask me.”

Our heads would look altogether sinister next to each other on the vacant pikes at London Bridge,” Blackwell suggested.

“You make an excellent point. Do you suppose they’d leave the eyepatch on?”

“It’ll be my final request.”

“As it should be. It’s rather iconic, if you ask me.”

“He seems glad to have found you,” she postulated. “He truly feels you are his brother.”

He made a derisive sound. “I met his brothers. I’m not certain that’s a compliment.”

“I cannot, in good conscience, allow innocent women to be held at Ben More against their will.”

Farah snorted. “Since when?”

“Actually, I can. And I will. Now. Eat.” He gestured to the table. “Buttered croissants and apricot marmalade are your favorite.”

She glowered at him. “How do you know that after all this time my tastes haven’t changed?”

“Have they?”

“… No,” she admitted glumly.