He recoiled and almost jumped back in his chair.
His eyes wide and his skin pale. His mouth agape showing his crooked and yellowing teeth.
His hand pulled at his collar, as if the sudden tightness of it threatened to choke the air out of him.
“Lord Stanton’s estate. He had a lovely party on the solstice, it was a shame that I couldn’t enjoy it.”
Francis idly picked the dirt from his nails with o...
