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Scandal: Chapter One - navessa allen
London, 1802 “You don’t have to go through with this, Kit,” my twin brother, Marcus, Lord Rycroft, the future Baron of Northshire, said from across from me. I ignored him, my face turned away so that I could stare out at the night-drenched scene beyond the carriage window. The lamps that lined the boulevard outside our London residence had been lit just as the dying rays of the setting sun turned the western sky into an ugly, mottled bruise. Now that full dark had fallen, their flickering light fell in lambent pools on the cobblestones, bathing the street in variegated hues of orange and amber. Marcus leaned forward, closing the distance between us to pluck my gloved hand from where it rested on my knee and press it between his own. “Kit,” he said, his tone pleading. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “What choice do I have, Marcus?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the rattling of the wheels. “You could flee instead. I could use my allowance to set you up somewhere in the country. A nice little stone cottage with a garden. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I stared blankly back at him. “Father …