Free All the Things You Never Knew by Angealica Hewley

probably on the brink of getting herself killed by a bloody mad groom.
Namine has ruined over a hundred marriages in her twenty years of life. Being the tenth youngest of his eleven siblings, Leon didn’t have time to really get on her case. He’d never been able to get on any of his sibling’s case. He was too busy with his own. He fears greatly for Namine’s safety though, for who knows what would happen if one day one of the jilted bridegroom comes after her? He knows he can’t stop her from her passion, but he would surely have to warn and watch out for her closely as well in case that was to happen.
“Hey, what are you all doing in here? Don’t you know that Ed and them are about to eat without you?” Sheik said, stepping in. “Pretty good meal today. It’s Sunday Roast, y’know.”
“Sunday Roast? Why didn’t Avange tell us? I’m going,” Aidan exclaimed, walking out of the room.
“I’m going, too,” Jack said, and quickly follows.
“You get my potatoes,” Blake added, running out after them.
“You did bring in some good ale from Mr. Penchant’s brewery, right?” Gabriel turned to ask Sheik as they both step out, leaving Leon behind.
Sheik came in as the eleventh child, a year before Phoenix the baby of them all. He works for the Old Mr. Penchant down the lane at his brewery, always bringing home fine quality ale. He keeps the cover full of wonderful cognac, too. It seems to Leon that no matter how low their statuses are, they always find a way to stay fit in with society and maintain a stable life.
“When did you get home, Leon? Had fun at the old fart event?” Sheik turned back to ask. “I’m so glad I came back before you did. Mr. Penchant had a whole surplus of ale that I was able to bring home another box.”
“That’s good then.”
“Yes,” Sheik cheered. “Now hurry. Let’s go eat.”
“You go ahead. I’ll be there.”
“Don’t be too long then.”
Leon walks over to the window as his brother left and sighed.
He has so much to do in very little time. He hopes that Hargate and Longsword would be able to keep watch on the Marquess of Lansing while he’s back home for a day or two. He has much to straighten out with his siblings before he returns to deal with his case in London. He had written for Hargate to take charge in the investigation and hope all would go well as planned.
    “Roast potatoes accompanied by some roast beef and assorted vegetables, apple bread pudding…Can dinner get any better?”
“No!” Avangelene snapped, slapping Sheik’s fork off before he can get a bite out of his share.
“Ow! What the heck was that for?” he cried, rubbing his hand.
“Chance and Lavender. They’re not back yet,” she told him.
Oh the hell!
Leon had totally forgotten about them.
Chance and Lavender, the twins of the family, make up the eighth and ninth child of the twelve. One was only a few seconds older than the other. Chance took the lead of course, which had Lavender and him arguing over their age for almost half of their childhood. Thank God they had matured, but sometimes their contradictions brings out the worst of them and no one would be pleased to be there with them at the moment.
But though their minds contradict, they always have to be gone elsewhere at the same time or either stays together at the same place. One can’t really do without the other. If one falls ill, the other one would too. Quite a lot of inconvenience being twins. One thing that is good is that they both can connect with one another and know where one is at no matter the distance between them. It’s quite a thrill to know that such ability exist.
Leon really needs them to get their behinds back right now. He hasn’t much time. He has a lot to discuss.
“I’m starving,” Phoenix whined. “Let them eat later.”
“Where did they go?” Leon asked, pouring himself a cup of wine. “Weren’t they here this morning when I arrived?”
“Chance is probably at Campbell’s game club,” said