Wilkes. The name rang all sorts of bells with her -- Merlin knew she'd been cut off with John because he had to go to a 'meeting' with Grayson Wilkes enough times -- and she arched a brow.
"Lydia Proudfoot." Perhaps he'd know her name, perhaps he wouldn't; she didn't much care. "And I certainly wouldn't stop on your behalf if I wanted a drink." Or a good hit of opal, for that matter.
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