and never m

Patek Philippe watch-shot out from

rr

looked bored. Which was i

k said softly, "and

rd. Spencer stumbled, ne

usly, rubbing his wrist. "It was

ally cleaning each finger as if he had touched rotting meat. He didn't look at

Ever, not looking at Spe

of her back. She could feel the tension radiating off him.

ad pre-ordered for her. White breeches, tall leather boots. Throug

yelling. Then a slap. A sh

lf on. It was his date.

St. Mary's. It sounded like the night

of hay and horse manure was grounding. It

ld ride," Garrick said

on a swaybacked mare named Bessie at the orphanage far

the groom to help Ever up onto a mare, but she swung her

d an eyebrow.

on the reins. His chest pressed against her back, his arm en

red into her hair. "My canary.

ahead, feeling the bi

cer was there, mounted on a grey g

just a scrimmage, but Spencer was play

He spurred his horse, slamming its

a stirrup. She teetered, the

had anticipated the move. He hauled her upri

e?" Garrick ro

er smirked. "

ted and stormed over to his date, a young girl w

slapped the bottle out of her hand.

rl cri

y a white-hot rage. She saw herself in that girl. She saw ev

f her horse

go!" Ever

shoving a wall, but he was so

re," Spencer spat. He

sing her eyes, wai

e. Instead, she hear

ose that sent Spencer sprawling into the dirt. There was no wild rage in Garrick's movement, only a terrifying, clinical prec

club had

ire who never lost his tem

Ev