![]() ![]() On one side was stamped a horse’s head, and on the other, a horse’s tail. “Because I currently hold two.” From his breast pocket, he withdrew a thin disc of brass. “Your arithmetic needs adjustment.” Julian set aside his brandy and reached into his coat. Julian and Lord Ashworth were the only other surviving members. The duke currently held seven of the ten brass coins. The club had been a source of amusement for years, until Morland ruined it with his ruthless quest to win all ten tokens and own the stallion outright. What other marquess would devise a club open to anyone with luck, regardless of his wealth or circumstance? Because, though noble-born, Leo had never thought himself the superior of any man.Īnd ironically, he had been. ![]() It was the crowning example of Leo’s fair-minded nature. The ten brass tokens that signified membership in the Stud Club could never be bought or sold, only won or lost in a game of chance. “Need I remind you,” Spencer asked, “that my share of the horse exceeds yours by sevenfold?” ![]()
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