Sebastien placed his next bet, trying not to betray his surprise. Half of him was sick with the whole thing, and the other half was eyeing the power already being laid before him if he but reached out to take it.
"Edsfield, what are you up to, my good man." Baron Lockwood approached from his other side. "Not troubling Mr. Deville with any of your twaddle, surely."
The marquess looked like he was going to object, but then he leaned back.
"Not at all. Join us, Lockwood."
Lockwood took the seat, reaching over to shake his hand. "Deville, good to see you back in London."
The world had gone mad. Irrevocably mad. "Likewise."
"Been reading about the competition in the papers for weeks, and the wife is ready to murder someone to get an invitation for the final days. Wouldn‟t miss tonight‟s events for anything."
