Chapter 4

“Let’s go,” Aubrey said.

Daniel led the way and opened the doors, stepping outside. The night air was warm with a slight breeze. He smelled citrus blossoms, one of his favorite scents of the season. He walked up to the railing and leaned on it, looking out at the Whittingtons’ garden.

Aubrey stood beside him and reached into his coat, withdrawing two cheroots. He offered one to Daniel.

Daniel shook his head. “No, thank you. I never smoke those.”

Aubrey snorted. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Pardon?”

“Never mind.”

Daniel tightened his jaw. “No. You meant something, Aubrey. What?”

Aubrey shrugged and turned his back on the garden, crossing his arms. “You were always just a bit better than the rest of us.”

“What?” He straightened and glared.

“Whenever someone suggested doing anything a little different, you balked. You acted like you were above everyone else.”

“I went to that Hell with you, didn’t I?”