Throne of the Fallen by Kerri Maniscalco EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author:Kerri Maniscalco
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MISS CAMILLA ANTONIUS had very little patience for fools, even handsome
ones.
And Lord Philip Atticus Vexley—with his golden hair, tanned skin, and
roguish grin—was among the finer specimens in both areas. Especially if he
thought she’d create another forgery for him.
Which, as he swept into the art gallery just as the sun was setting—in his
buffed riding boots, burgundy swallowtail jacket, and close-fitting camel
breeches—Camilla knew was precisely the reason he’d come.
It was almost closing time, and the secretive glint in Vexley’s eyes was
most unwelcome; they were not friends or confidants. Nor were they lovers.
In fact, if Camilla never saw him again, she’d host a soirée fit for the crown
to celebrate her good fortune.
“Working on anything intriguing, Miss Antonius?”
“Just a landscape, Lord Vexley.”
It was not the truth, but Vexley didn’t deserve to know that. Camilla’s art
was deeply personal to her, drawn from her mother’s warnings, her father’s
stories, and her own loneliness, which helped her see the world as it truly
was.
Her art was often her soul laid bare, a part of her she hesitated to share
with just anyone.
Thankfully the easel faced away from the door and Vexley would need
to walk around to view it. He rarely put such great effort into anything but
his own scandalous reputation.
Camilla pushed the stool back from her easel and quickly abandoned her
painting as she moved to the old oak desk that acted as the register and a
wonderful partition to keep the irksome lord at bay.
“Was there anything I could assist you with, or are you simply admiring
the art this evening?”
His attention dipped to her paint-splattered smock. She hadn’t removed
it upon his arrival, and the slight pressing of his lips indicated that he
wished she would.
“Don’t play coy, darling. You know why I’ve come.”
“As we’ve previously discussed, my lord, the debt has been paid. I’ve
even secured a memory stone for you. All you have to do is feed that
particular memory to it.”
Or so Camilla had been told by the dark-market dealer she’d purchased
the alleged magical stone from. She hadn’t felt any buzz of magic, though
that wasn’t exactly a surprise, all things considered. Still, Vexley refused to
accept the stone.
He gave Camilla a bemused look as if her denying him something he
wanted were more outrageous than a magical stone that could withdraw any
memory he chose to give it.
Lord Vexley wasn’t quite a dandy, but he certainly spent money like one.
He was the firstborn son of a viscount and as such had indulged in only the
finest things for the whole of his spoiled thirty years.
Four years prior, after a rather scandalous theater incident that involved
not one but two stage actresses and a very public display of drunken
affection during what was now called “the intermission of infamy,” his
father had cut him off from his inheritance and named his brother the heir
instead, a bold move that should have shocked all of Waverly Green’s elite.
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