He did not yet know his enemies’ names or faces, but he could feel them inching closer like so many jackals. With a musing expression, Lord Lucien Knight lifted his crystal goblet of burgundy to his lips, pausing to inhale its mellow bouquet before he drank. Preparation was all, and he had been meticulous. Its shifting radiance glimmered over his raven-black hair and caught the Machiavellian glint of cunning in his quicksilver-colored eyes. Shadows sculpted his sharp profile as he watched the crowded ballroom from the dim, high balcony in the oscillating glow of the draft-buffeted wall candle, he seemed to flicker in and out of materiality like some tall, elegant phantom. May there be many, many more- Love always, G To my favorite feisty heroine, Aunt Yi, and her lovable tough-guy hero, Uncle Gene, in honor of their fortieth wedding anniversary.
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