A Prison Rat

Marquess Samed had long stopped watching the child play with the little beast as his eyes were focused on the liar of a man who sat beside them.

'Such a trickster he is!' He condemned the man who showed no signs of guilt as he lied to his daughter.

The etcher in Yvonne's hand did belong to the Earl, this was the truth that could not be changed.

However, was that the true form of the etcher which was getting belly rubs from Yvonne? Now that was a whole different issue.

Rutherford seemed to have felt his gaze and turned in his direction.

His cocked eyebrows and curved lip proved that Marquess Samed was not wrong in his assumptions that this man had just fooled his daughter.

'You are lying to her!' Marquess shook his head in disappointment at the Earl.

'How am I lying? That is my etcher, isn't it?' Rutherford scoffed back and then turned away in his attempt to ignore this self-righteous man.