What happened to your lip?" Ravenna said to him. "It looks sore." Miss Feather's fingers darted to her mouth. "Thank you for your kind concern, Miss Caulfield." His eyes were very dark blue and still rimmed with the longest lashed Ravenna had ever seen on a man. Beauty and virility and confidence and sheer privileged arrogance combined to remarkable effect. No wonder these silly girls stared. "It was bitten," he said. "Oh, dear." Lady Penelope pouted sweetly. "That must have been alarming." "Not terribly. I have been bitten by cats before." The corner of his mouth twitched. "This one," he said, turning his dark, laughing gaze upon Ravenna, "was otherwise charming."