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Chapter 94 His Room

William Finch approached, as refined as ever, offering me a polite bow and a warm, ‘Welcome, Miss de Valois.’

I didn’t slow down.

‘Mr Finch, where’s Leander?’

Screw small talk. Screw decorum. The second my feet hit the ground, I scanned the crowd like a bloodhound on a scent, but Leander was nowhere...