Tonight, Quentin, Jeb, and I successfully implored Angelique to work on our behalf.  Jeb has been a pawn.  Nicholas, the rather transparent chess master.  If she is to blame anyone for her loss of Mr. Rumson, it is Nicholas, the recruiter.

Although given Mr. Rumson’s limitations of wit and charisma, perhaps Nicholas should be presented with some sort of pocket watch, first.

Quentin’s initial arrival at Collins Hall was to avenge Sabrina Stuart.  It quickly became a moment of quiet, sad recognition and affection.

I miss Jeremiah.



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