Lawrence Lake
A cricket player from a neighboring town, Lawrence Lake stays the night at The Dragon’s Tale instead of returning home. What does he hope to accomplish? Is he courting a lady, stirring up trouble, or engaging in something far more dastardly…
Lawrence Lake’s brown eyes narrowed dangerously upon Julius Janson’s self-satisfied face. Lake, the leaner of the two, wiped the back of his sleeve across his torn lip. Blood was running freely from the wound.
The innkeeper’s daughter Mary, the epitome of the healthy country lass, was in front, her brows drawn together. Christian glanced back to see Lake’s pained expression. Ah, so that was the way the wind blew.
Janson sauntered out onto the balcony, leaving a raging Lake to punch the hardwood wall where his head had resided moments before.
