C18 He Teased the Shortsleeved Beauty

A bright crescent moon dangled against the deep blue of the night sky, casting a soft glow.

Night had fallen, and the darkness deepened, yet the day's heat lingered stubbornly. Wexham in the summer was like a massive sauna, with pedestrians bustling along, sweat beading on every brow.

Even Blaine, a man of special training, found himself mopping the sweat from his face