The Scandalous, Dissolute, No-Good Mr. Wright

And Sir Roland hasn’t the face of a snail.” Under her breath, she added, “Just the personality.”
He laughed, and the sound was a low, dark, seductive rumble

Yes, of course. How good of you, to sacrifice propriety so selflessly. To urge me to hurry. All for the good of your sister.

So, he thought. They’d gotten her, too. Seeing as how she alone had escaped the Hedgerow of Doom, he’d thought perhaps Eliza Cade hadn’t succumbed to the plague of blandness that seemed to claim every Englishwoman by the age of twenty or so.

The two smiled at each other—sweet smiles, just sticky with treacly, poetic emotion.

At least Miss Eliza Cade was the one left standing.
Two points to the hedgerow, one point to her.
Harry pulle

is my friend, Mr. Wright.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.”
Harry smiled. “Really? You don’t seem sure.”

into perdition.
It said, Only you can save me from it.

His green, hungry gaze didn’t say, Follow me