Emrys really had the most sense of the Selwyn brothers, Trystan freely acknowledged it. (He felt as if Emrys would have been a good successor to his father’s legacy and demands for his firstborn in a law career – not because Emrys had any interest in working, but because he seemed a better fit for doing absolutely nothing except sitting in judgement of other people.)

But Daniel really had no sense at all. “Oh, well,” Trystan said, happy to take an easy shot there, “he really made a deal with the devil there.” And this, from him, who had to put up with Ambrosia and all her family – her sister, who seemed to hate him with a fervour he could scarcely explain. (Trystan put it down to envy, actually.)

“Still,” he said carelessly, stretching out in his chair and deciding that he really ought to go back to making nice with Liliana’s new in-laws, so that yet another family did not resent them for the rest of time, “perhaps you’ll happen to find yourself a new bride today. You know, if you come back to the reception.” He rolled his eyes. Otherwise Trystan would have to leave Emrys to his own devices and hope for the best for his liquor stores.

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