The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

“Are you having me on? You can’t possibly know even half that much.” They had crossed the footbridge and were now in the churchyard. The sun had set behind the hills and darkness was coming fast. “Show me.” Rivington demanded. “What do you know about me?” He should have said no, in the clearest and most expletive-ridden terms. He did not perform parlor tricks for the amusement of the aristocracy, for people who were too lazy or too inept to do what he did. But he wanted to prove himself, he wanted this man to know who he was dealing with. He wanted to lay Rivington bare, let him know exactly how exposed he was. He wanted to scare the man away, before it was too late. Jack stopped walking. “Fine.” He turned to face Oliver in the middle of the graveyard. “Fine,” he repeated, as if convincing himself. “We’ve already established that you’re bored. That’s why you’re here. No, don’t interrupt. You’re lonely.” He touched Rivington’s shoulder, as if to soften the blow. Maybe to let him know he wasn’t the only lonely one in this quickly darkening boneyard, not that Jack would ever say so out loud. “You were never particularly close with your sister,” he went on. “She didn’t tell you why she needed my services. But I know you’re fond of her because you were livid when you came to see me that first day, but since then I’ve hardly seen you anything other than calm, even when you fought off those ruffians in the alley. You’re not close at all to your older brother—you’ve never so much ...