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Prologue

Eton College, 1797

It’s just the library door, not the entrance to Hell Stop delaying

Sebastian Holloway tugged on his jacket cuffs, but no matter howhie of adolescence

Logically, he understood that this period in a young man’s life was temporary Countless volumes had been written about it and not one of those esteemed scholars ever mentioned that some boys remained permanently fourteen So it stood to reason that eventually, he’d stop growing like a dandelion and his clothes er than teeks

“You going in,” a voice growled behind hi to stand here all day like a couple of sapskulls?”

Seb whirled around to face Theodore Curtis, who glared at hie of dark hair

“Iuh” Seb sed Those two syllables were the first he’d ever spoken to Curtis Noriven Curtis’s propensity for destroying school property and getting into fights

“For fuck’s sake” Curtis rolled his eyes He reached past Seb, grunting when Seb flinched, and planted his hand on the door “We’re going to get extra punishment if we’re late”

Doubtless, Curtis spoke fro called before the head placed On the Bill for infractions, always getting flogged, but no matter how much penance he was forced to endure, it didn’t stop his unruly behavior

“Sorry,” Seb muttered “First time here”

“I know” Curtis pushed open the door “I’d say do as I do, but you had better not Unless you want a cane across your arse”