Felix Harrowgate possessed far too much ego to presume himself a stand-in for a dead man. Alcuin had someone else to whom he was devoted, after all. With his wine glass in one hand and another bruschetta in the other, he strolled over to look at the painting and the other pictures on the wall. "You have excellent taste, darling. Did you paint it?"
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Date: 2015-09-19 07:23 pm (UTC)From: