Charles had not been lying when he had said he wanted to introduce Isobel to someone, and after she had danced with the young Lycan who her brother had presented to her, she danced with at least a dozen more gentlemen— though she used the term gentlemen loosely.
“I assure you that my family’s wealth is rather vast,” her current dance partner told her, this after already bragging about his skill with a pistol, his fine taste in wine and clothing, and his intelligence in, well, everything.
“As is the wealth of every family here,” Isobel pointed out. She feigned a confused frown as she said the words and when the man’s face heated with embarrassment and anger, she widened her eyes guiltily. “I’m deeply sorry. I meant no offense,” she said sheepishly.
“It’s alright,” the man who was at l
