#Chapter89 Lady Donovan

Violet The combat matches drew to a close rather quickly. No one was dragging it out after Lucas and Owen had been tossed around like helpless chickens for nearly an hour. I won't say that it wasn't entertaining to watch Lucas land hard and fast at the feet of men several times his age. Owen was no better, puffing and hissing about it al, but still refusing to conceded, which was the only way to end a hand-to-hand match. The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Noble after noble exchanged quiet laughter and sharp comments about the outcome, their collective amusement at Owen and Lucas’s humiliating defeats woven into every word. “They really thought they could walk in uninvited and make a show of themselves,” one remarked, shaking his head. “I’d almost feel sorry for them if it wasn’t so well-deserved,” another replied with a chuckle. Theodore was sitting, laughing joking, cheering as if he had always been a part of the noble class. It warmed me. Lucas had never managed to ea