Seeking Persephone (The Lancaster Family, #1)

by Sarah M. Eden

“Four sons, Your Grace.” Jones looked understandably miserable, quite accurately anticipating Adam’s displeasure with the news. “Gordon, who just left. George, who is next.” “And also an idiot, no doubt,” Adam added under his breath. “Gary is the third. Lastly is Gerald.” “Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt, apparently, were not aware of the existence of any letter other than G,” Adam observed dryly.

“Grasp of the alphabet ought to be a prerequisite to becoming a duke.”

“I merely thought—” “I do not pay you to think.”

So I am running around like a heathen (that is what Mrs. Russell says) and terrorizing the neighborhood. It’s lovely. I wish you were here so we could be heathens together.

Flaws were easy to find when one was looking.