Chapter 89 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.