Schwartz

He stood facing the lawns, a drink in his hand. They had come to the big house, the mansion which Lucien Delano had constructed. It was a visit that had happened only at Schwartz's insistence. Handsome James had said that he wanted to invite Proserpina to his party in person, and despite, Lucien's disapproval, he had stood his ground, his handsome face set.

'I don't trust you, mate.' He had grinned finally, the deep clefts in his cheeks appearing, making him look more ...