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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Almack’s
[color=DC143C]“Kill them with kindness.”[/color] 
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	“Will you at least try not to scare away prospective suitors?” Genevieve addressed her brother.

	[color=DC143C]“I make no promises,”[/color] Fyror replied as a smirk played at the edges of his lips. [color=DC143C]“If they are unworthy of you or treat you dishonorably, I will not hesitate to remove them from your presence.”[/color] 

	Genevieve let out a halfhearted huff of annoyance, making Fyror’s smirk grow and amusement light up his gaze. It did not surprise him that she would ask him such a thing. He had on more than one occasion purposefully hovered close by, serving as an often-unwanted chaperone of sorts. It was a known fact that the dearer an individual was to him the more protective he became. In the case of his sister, he would not let just anyone take her as a wife if he had any say about it.

	Fyror let out a small sigh as his gaze now surveyed the crowds. He vaguely wondered if Ms. Crane had returned home safely and if she was indeed here now. His gaze eventually landed on the Wyndham family. Millicent stood out from the rest of her family, wearing a beautiful dark blue gown with black lace overlays, in stark contrast to her sisters who wore pale colors. It occurred to him that he had never formally thanked her for providing Ms. Crane and him the hackney. He mentally scolded himself for not stopping by the Wyndham estate on the way back to the inn. It was inconsiderate of him. 

	He broke away from his family to go to her. He suddenly stopped midstride when Millicent was shoved by her mother in the direction of a man unknown to him. Fyror felt he should turn away and try talking to her later when she was not otherwise engaged; however, the odd and slightly tense demeanor between the two caught his attention. He was not close enough to hear the exchange, but he could easily tell that something was not right between the two. When the man roughly grabbed Millicent and then soon after a look of terror flashed across her face, Fyror did not hesitant to stalk over there. His gaze hardened, causing people to more quickly get out of his way.

	Unfortunately, by the time Fyror had reached them, the man had already walked off with Millicent’s mother. Fyror basically glared in the man’s direction before he turned to Millicent. His gaze softened, so as not to scare her, and he was about to speak, when a veiled woman in all black interjected. The woman’s voice seemed oddly familiar to him.