London at large could set their clocks and time pieces to Devan’s brother’s exclamations. Three seconds after the usual “ bloodiest aggravating bastard of a brother” comment, the dull but mandatory “how you treat me” always followed. “After all I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me.” “You are the bloodiest aggravating bastard of a brother a man could have.”ĭevan counted the seconds.

“God save me,” Larkton mumbled under his breath. “What, Larrrkton? Perhaps you’d prefer ‘Lord Larrrkton,’ or perhaps ‘my Lord Larrrkton’?”

“When you mock me, you sound like a chirring grasshopper.” “Will you quit calling me that?” his brother huffed. You haven’t lost your touch at charming your fellow man, Larrrkton.” Devan delivered his most insincere smile, then sauntered into the room as if it were his study and not his eldest brother’s domain. In order to salvage what we can of the remaining hours of daylight, I suggest you enter so we can finish this as quickly as possible.” There’s no sense in both of us having the entire day ruined. “You’re late, and we’ve matters to discuss. “Don’t dawdle, Devan.” The Earl of Larkton stood without ceremony and waved his youngest brother inside his massive study. October, ten years laterThe London home of the Earl of Larkton A friend loveth for all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

Wild wild rake by janna macgregor