No Ending Now

When one had known a friend since they were in short pants there was little secrecy in the friendship. Felton and Miles knew everything about one another and were brothers in all but blood. After all the general inquiries had been satisfied Felton drew closer and dropped his voice. “Barrington, I’m not entirely sure how to tell you this, but Ezra Harcourt is in a bad way. He might not make the winter.”“Thorne, I,” Miles began, but could scarce draw breath. Surely Felton had to be exaggerating or he had gotten the news wrong somehow. “Tell me everything.”Miles Barrington was not going to let Ezra Harcourt put himself into an early grave, even if he has to marry the man.