toasted gluten-free bread. She reached out and

hime echoed from the

n. She walked out of the kitchen and dow

rass handle and pulled

wearing a pristine white Chanel tweed suit. A vict

hristabel pushed her shoulder past C

flour-dusted apron. "Look at you," Christabel

ack on Christabel and started walking toward the living

sharply against the floorboards,

om. Three deep marble steps led down to the p

She lowered her voice into

murmured. "His hands were all over me in t

Her eyes locked onto Christabel's. "Shut your mouth," C

r clicked open. Heavy footsteps start

culation sparked in

ut and clamped down hard on Camelia's wris

mouth and let out a

ct, Christabel threw her

the three marble steps,

melia entirely off balance. She p

sharp edge of the second marble step.

the bottom floor. A blinding spike of pain shot up he

s shirt was half-buttoned. He stopped at t

elia. He leaped down the ste

. His hands hovered over her, frantic and

an to sob hysterically. "She pushed me, Duke! She w

y in her ankle. She pressed her palms flat against t

er. His eyes were blazing wi

ns in his neck bulged. "She is a sick pat

back. He lifted her effortlessly against his che

sound vibrated through the floorboards. The

le step. She dragged her body up, pu

ehind her. She picked up a silver fork. She stared straight ahead at the