- Adam died – Sky said without preamble, dropping his hands on the footman fur-lined robe.

- Oh, my poor sister! – Earl sighed sadly. – I hope he’s not long sick?

- Adam lived a long life, Alexander.


Whatever you say, he was thirteen years older than you, and at ten – me.

- When did this happen?

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