Half a Soul (Regency Faerie Tales, #1)

by Olivia Atwater

You can tell that I am important, for I am wearing many expensive jackets.”

He does at least three impossible things before breakfast, the way I hear it told.

“Few men will wish to share their new wife with some mad cousin who wears embroidery scissors around her neck.”

“...women who don’t understand personal boundaries always offend me,” Elias said finally. “Dim-witted people offend me even further.” “Oh dear,” Dora said mildly. “That must be very difficult indeed.” Already, the fair-haired man had begun to turn away from her – but he glanced back at that. “Pardon?” he asked. “What must be difficult, exactly?” Dora smiled at him politely. “Being offended at yourself so very often,” she said. “That seems a sad way to live, my lord.” Albert guffawed. “Oh,” he said. “She’s got you there, hasn’t she?”