The Governess’s Guide to Spells and Managing Misfit Marquesses (The Parasol Academy #2)

Concerning Blooming Bruises; Belgravian and Backstreet Boxing; a Lion and Lamb, Sewer Rats, and Alley Cats; And the Luck o’ the Irish (or a Street Urchin …)

“Is it noticeable?” asked Marcus, Viscount Hartwell, gingerly pressing his gloved fingertips against his jaw where a dark purple bruise was blooming. “I look like I’ve been brawling, don’t I?”

Phinn grimaced in sympathy. The light spilling from the gas lamp above the doorway of the gentlemen’s club, Boodle’s, was enough for him to discern that the facer he’d landed on Lord Hartwell during their friendly bout of boxing at the Belgravia Boxing Saloon an hour ago had been harder than he’d intended.

“Aye. I’m-I’m afraid it sticks out like a sore thumb,” he said ruefully.