He flicked ash from his cigar and exhaled evenly. "There are two new wives, and one young lady who's about your age. I think you might like her."
"Really?" Felicity's voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper.
"She might be worse than you," he said.
"I'm a good girl, Lord Black! Whatever could you even mean with those words?!"
Across the room, Seraphiel, who had returned to massaging her ankles, chuckled softly and said,
She trailed off, then shook her head, grinning.