After Marabelle's death, he'd grown reckless. And his superiors didn't want to let him go. He told himself it was to avenge her death, but he often wondered if it wasn't just because he didn't know what else to do with himself. He'd continued to work for the War Office for several years. They'd grown up together, they'd fallen in love together, but Marabelle had died alone. Marabelle had been a prodigy of sorts, a genius at languages, and it was for that reason she'd been recruited at such an early age by the War Office.Īnd then she'd recruited Blake, her longtime neighbor, co-owner of England's best-furnished treehouse, and partner in dancing lessons. It had been an amazing thing, really, to fall in love with a woman whose intellect surpassed one's own. She'd been so young, so beautiful, and so damned brilliant.
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