Chapter 16

Godric stormed into the boxing room where Charles and Cedric had gathered to engage in a bit of pugilism. Charles, an expert boxer, loved to go a few rounds in the ring when in London. Of course, the rings Charles often found himself in were often less than reputable. Though he spent hours training at Jackson's Salon, he preferred the rougher rings, in which he proved himself.

Cedric danced back as Charles attacked. "Godric? You look murderous."

"The little brat twisting your trousers?" Charles joked as he swung a loose punch in Cedric's direction, missing by several inches.

Godric tore off his waistcoat and started to roll up his sleeves. He nodded to Cedric who left the lined ring in the corner of the large leisure room.

"Shut up and fight me, Charles."

Charles smirked, always ready to throw punches in Godric's direction when the occasion arose.

They had only been at it for a few minutes when Ashton and Lucien walked in, both visibly upset. Lucien looked nervous while coldness