Simon’s instantaneous response was a murderous impulse to separate Burdick’s head from the rest of his body. He wasn’t certain how much of the cold, splintering rage was fueled by the image of Annabelle Peyton in bed with Lord Hodgeham, and how much was elicited by Burdick’s snide enjoyment of gossip that was very likely untrue.
I fear I’m already falling in love with this man
