“My favorite kind of night,” Colin said in a jaunty voice. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Benedict asked. Colin shook his head. “I’m sure Mother would prefer that I be in the ballroom, but it’s not exactly a requirement.” “I require it,” Benedict returned. Sophie felt a giggle bubbling in her throat. “Very well,” Colin sighed. “I shall take myself off.” “Excellent,” Benedict said. “All alone, to face the ravenous wolves . . .” “Wolves?” Sophie queried. “Eligible young ladies,” Colin clarified. “A pack of ravenous wolves, the lot of them. Present company excluded, of course.” Sophie thought
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