Lucas heard a sigh from the carriage when his Mistress noticed the familiar setting of the Emerald lands. With everything that had happened last night between his little Mistress and Lady Elizabeth, he had actually felt a little sorry for the human and hoped that being home could perk up the young lady's spirit. Unhappy souls never tasted as good as those that were content.
This morning, the invitations and requests to call had come pouring in. Truly, his Mistress's face had been priceless when she had seen the two stacks of envelopes her devil butler had brought with her breakfast. That hunted look had come over the Marchioness again and Lucas wondered why he had never brought that particular expression to his Mistress's face. He was the one that was going to consume the young lady's soul after all.
