A Seditious Affair (Society of Gentlemen, #2)

by K.J. Charles

“The more you have, the more you have to lose. Your lot have all the advantages and we’ve got one. When you have nothing, you’ve got everything to fight for.” His voice dropped almost to inaudibility, whispered against Dominic’s skin. “And you just gave me everything, so how do I keep fighting now?”

because it shouldn’t be fucking charity that kept children from starving and the old folk from freezing, as if the country belonged to the rich by right and everyone else lived at their sufferance and by their whim.

“It’s not that you’re a gentleman. It’s you. It’s how you listen to me, and how you think about what I say, and how you look when you read Blake, like you’re seeing angels yourself, and imperial Tokay because you wanted me to taste it when you still had a bloody great black eye I gave you. That’s what I can’t see past, or over. I can’t see a sodding thing but you.”

That when it was a matter of dying on your feet or living on your knees, the answer wasn’t as clear as you might have hoped.