Chapter 70: Of Names Remembered and Names Forgotten
Benedict had been making his way toward Baron Redwick to congratulate the Baron.
It was a simple enough intention.
He had watched the painting stop an entire courtyard cold and had thought, with the honest simplicity that governed most of his thinking, that the man deserved to hear it said plainly.
He had taken approximately four steps in that direction when Duke Thorncrest's voice cut across his path.
"Earl Hawthorne."
The Earl stopped.
"Mm?"
Alistair gestured lightly toward the man standing before them.
"Do you happen to know this gentleman?"
The Earl gave the man a look with a frown on his face, tilting his head slightly.
The man was tall. Blonde hair, neatly tied. Gray eyes that were currently doing something complicated.
The Earl studied him for a moment with genuine effort.
