All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,22
and Lavender. They’re not back yet,” she told him.
Oh the hell!
Leon had totally forgotten about them.
Chance and Lavender, the twins of the family, make up the eighth and ninth child of the twelve. One was only a few seconds older than the other. Chance took the lead of course, which had Lavender and him arguing over their age for almost half of their childhood. Thank God they had matured, but sometimes their contradictions brings out the worst of them and no one would be pleased to be there with them at the moment.
But though their minds contradict, they always have to be gone elsewhere at the same time or either stays together at the same place. One can’t really do without the other. If one falls ill, the other one would too. Quite a lot of inconvenience being twins. One thing that is good is that they both can connect with one another and know where one is at no matter the distance between them. It’s quite a thrill to know that such ability exist.
Leon really needs them to get their behinds back right now. He hasn’t much time. He has a lot to discuss.
“I’m starving,” Phoenix whined. “Let them eat later.”
“Where did they go?” Leon asked, pouring himself a cup of wine. “Weren’t they here this morning when I arrived?”
“Chance is probably at Campbell’s game club,” said Edward. “He’s been having such good luck that he’s never really home.”
“One day we’re going to be in debt because of him,” Namine added, drinking her cup of tea.
Chance is the gamer in the house. Only twenty-one and has already become a gambling addict, well, maybe not quite yet but sure is getting there.
“And Lavender?” Leon asked, also needed to know.
“Somewhere in the barn or out riding in the meadow probably,” Gabriel answered.
“I am not!” came a voice from behind them.
“Lavender, finally!” Sheik clapped. “We can finally eat.”
“Where have you been?” Leon asked her once she’d taken her seat.
“Took Bess out for a walk,” she replied, scooping up some potatoes onto her plate. “Do you know that she’s soon to be in labor? We’ll get a new foal soon.”
“I’m excited for that, too,” Namine said gleefully. “Bessie is the best.”
“And where’s Chance?” Jack asked this time. “He’s not out at the game club, is he?”
Lavender shook her head. “No. He should be in soon. I saw him down the road when I came home.”
“I am in here now, thank you very much,” came Chance from the door. “Sorry, fellows, I have been trying to get that Campbell to give me my money.”
“Ha! He was at the club,” Aidan pointed.
Phoenix shot up abruptly. “Did you get cheated, too? Lord Crawford and I did. We were going to go gut the hell out of that Mr. McGillan at the Star but–”
“You went to the Star Tavern with Crawford?” Chance shook his head and came to sit down at his seat. “You can’t be doing that.”
“Well, you go to the Lion Head every–”
“Enough!” Leon cut in, unable to manage this any longer. “Good thing that you’ve all returned. I have a lot to discuss with you all so let’s eat and begin the story.”
Hargate Inn
“That’s so unlike Heartily to just leave us with nothing but a note of chicken scratches,” said Longsword as he fell on the couch and threw the Times paper over his face.
“He must have problems back home,” said Hargate. “What did his note say?”
“He said he’ll be back in a fortnight and for us to start the investigation of the marquess if we wish,” Longsword answered.
“That’s it?”
“Pretty much.”
“He didn’t tell us where to start?”
“No.”
“Good. I’ll just start out by seeking his service,” said Hargate. “I’m a duke and I would use that power to my advantage.”
Longsword cocked his head in wonder and asked, “What are you planning?”
Hargate smiled slyly and rubbed his hands together. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Blaine’s Home
“Let’s see here.” Susannah bit the end of her pen and checked
through the list of names that Rose had given her along with the new ones she added a few days ago. “Okay, I got the Picketts down. There goes the Hathaways, the Smythe-Smiths, the Wilderoses, the Bridgertons…Oh, the Pratts. Can’t forget the Pratts.”
“The Pratts?” Rose got up from where she was laying on Susannah’s bed and stroll over. “Who are the Pratts? Are those from your list now?”
“Oh, please, don’t tell me you don’t know who they are.” “Never heard of them,” said Rose.