Jack of Harts

I grew up a satellite of the Hurst family.  Charles’ parents wanted him to understand the little people in life, you see, so they arranged for me to be his boyhood playmate.  The little people in question being members of a family that had served them for generations.  I’m afraid they never did understand how most people lived.  Charles did.  So did I.  We had a good tutor.  That’s why we did what we did.  Someone had to, after all, and we understood why.

Wolfenheim Rising