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pick up the slack. He knew that it was petty to grumble about having to pack for himself after the past few hellish months he and Tamara had just endured, but he couldn't help it. It chafed.
I'm not a superficial man, he mused as he glanced around his richly decorated rooms. Just like to have a bit of luxury at my fingertips. This last observation was made as he contentedly took in the handmade walnut bedroom set, the thick Persian rug and the sumptuous wardrobe in which he kept his expensively tailored suits. What's the point of being born to privilege if the forces of darkness are going to keep spoiling it for me?
And now he was going to have to stay in some godforsaken inn that was most likely infested with bugs and other nasties. The whole idea made his skin crawl. Yet he was resigned to the fact that he could do nothing to protest. Otherwise, he would be giving Tamara the satisfaction of knowing that she was hardier than her older brother, and the ensuing teasing would be merciless.
Not to mention Sophia Winchell. Just her name made William blush. They had not so much as exchanged a word, but Tamara was right that his
