By Charles, K J
Silas Mason has no illusions approximately himself. He’s now not lovely, or perhaps likable. He’s an overbearing idealist, an intensive bookseller and pamphleteer who lives for revolution . . . and for Wednesday nights. a week he meets anonymously with an analogous guy, in whom Silas has stumbled on the suitable meld of highbrow companionship and absolute obedience to his sexual instructions. yet unbeknownst to Silas, his closest good friend can be his maximum enemy, with the ability to work out him hanged—or spare his life.
A dependable, well-born gentleman authentic, Dominic Frey is torn aside by way of his affair with Silas. by way of the sunshine of day, he can't fathom the intoxicating lust that drives him to satisfy with the unconventional week after week. within the bed room, every thing else falls away. Their wishes fit, and they're united through sympathy for every other’s private vulnerabilities. but if Silas’s politics earn him a demise sentence, hope clashes with responsibility, and Dominic reveals himself doing every thing he can to avoid wasting the fellow who stole his center.
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Theobald’s. ” Skelton raised a brow. “Aye, that’s the one. ” He recalled it because he’d looked into the damned place just a few months ago, but his admirable memory was well enough known that Skelton simply nodded. “That’s the one. ” “Tell me, how sure are you that this shop, or its owner, is linked to Cade? ” “Fair, I’d say. George Edwards, my man, is certain there’s something there. The owner’s one Mason, a man of bad association. He was part of the Gordons’ group a decade back, if you recall that precious pair.
Speaks a master,” Silas returned. ” “In your shoes,” the Tory began, then stopped. “Well, in your shoes, I might feel differently about many things. ” “A year since you and I first…” The Tory waved a hand. “Is it? ” Silas had no idea what to do with that information. The Tory sat up. “I mention it because…Ah, the devil. ” Lover? Son? “My friend,” the Tory said. “My closest friend, all my life. Boys together. Lovers since we were fourteen. ” “Aye? ” Silas asked, since the Tory seemed to want to talk.
The Tory never had yet. It unnerved Silas sometimes, wondering if he ever would. Silas walked to the head of the bed, to the curtain against the wall, and pulled the cord. “Oh, no,” the Tory said urgently. ” It sounded as though he meant it, and the odd thing was he probably did. He’d probably prefer whips. But his hands were still on the rail, albeit white-knuckled. Silas moved back to the foot of the bed so he could see them both in the mirror he’d just revealed. He did look wolfish. Rough as hell, in his cheap fustian jacket, with his cropped salt-and-pepper hair so unlike the Tory’s well-kept locks.