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“He’s here,” Sirius whispered. “Standing with Lord Rosier.”
Across the ballroom, James found Rosier standing near a column. He was with his twin sister, Lady Pandora Rosier, and—
It couldn’t be. James felt his stomach swoop down into the bowels of the Earth, for the man standing with Lord Rosier could not be Lord Regulus Black, Marquess of Islington. Surely, Sirius was gravely mistaken. Had he much to drink before arriving at the ball? James couldn't recall.
His throat was thick with apprehension, the cravat his valet had skillfully arranged robbing him of breath. That man could not be Sirius' brother. He could not be, because he was Gabriel Tissier, a French gentleman James had met—and rather scandalously kissed—two years ago in Paris.
“Are you quite certain?” James said, voice strangled.
Sirius looked at him with an odd expression. “Of course, I am certain. He’s my brother.”
At that moment, Mr. Tissier—or Lord Islington—looked up and met James’ gaze. Recognition flitted across his face, accompanied by a dangerous tilt of his lips. Heat raced up to James’ cheeks. So, he remembered, too.OR
The Marauders and Co. cause chaos by being gay and scandalous during the 1843 London season.