Sebastian sank lower into his chair. This was what he’d feared. That they’d begin to break apart and fight each other before the plan had even fully been realised. He didn’t want to take Beth’s place. He had secured himself well enough through sexual favours. He wanted a chance to use his intelligence which had been what he thought Sergius was giving him.
And still he couldn’t shake the feeling that of all people Lord Hurst was not one he should go to bed with. He was so similar, in tastes and enjoyments – save for his sexual appetites – that Sebastian found it all rather perverse. But then, he scolded himself, who didn’t enjoy brandy and cigars. He could say the same thing about Sergius, they were similar too.
“I would not want to upset Beth.” He said finally.