Lord Maccon looked up. “Grovel, you say?”
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. “Grovel, my lord.
Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?
Gail CarrigerConall,”
“Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes?
“I am going to take advantage of you,” she said
Well, proud Mary's fat arse!
Gail CarrigerVery well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my...” “Mistress?
Gail CarrigerThe more Lord Maccon considered it, the more he grew to like the idea. Certainly his imagination was full of pictures of what he and Alexia might do together once he got her home in a properly wedded state, but now those lusty images were mixing with others: waking up next to her, seeing her across the dining table, discussing science and politics, having her advice on points of pack controversy and BUR difficulties. No doubt she would be useful in verbal frays and social machinations, as long as she was on his side.
Gail CarrigerHello, princess,” said Lord Maccon to the vampire.
“Got yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you?”
Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. “My sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.
Ooo,” said Alexia, fascinated, “it shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.”
The earl laughed. “You must show me these books of yours.
My petal.
Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip.
A.
Dearest Alexia,
Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh dear, Ivy was getting flowery. My bones ache with the sin that I am about to commit. Oh, why must I have bones? I have lost myself to this transplanting love. You could not possibly understand how this feels! Yet try to comprehend, dearest Alexia, I am like a delicate bloom. Marriage without love is all very well for people like you, but I should wilt and wither. I need a man possessed of a poet’s soul! I am simply not so stoic as you. I cannot stand to be apart from him one moment longer! The caboose of my love has derailed, and I must sacrifice all for the man I adore! Please do not judge me harshly! It was all for love!
~ Ivy.
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