fury. "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to?" He
original Elenore would have
ot in panic, but with deliberate speed. Thumb and forefinger found the pressure point on the
s fingers went numb, his grip vanishing. He re
o can't control himself on his own wedding
her protector falter. She launched herself
's foot shot out in a small, precise motion, catching her ankle. Wrapped in the cumbersome sheet
ed like a predator-economical, lethal, utterly controlled. He had seen trained soldiers with less precision. A slow, dangerous curiosity
stiges of aristocratic composure vanished. "Ele
arriage was a favor to your father. Your family clings to its status by a thread. I can make yo
he original Elenore hostage. The fear of d
lenore, it wa
at? Petition the King? Tell him you wish to annul a politically advantag
about consolidating power. To break it on a whim, for a sordid affair with
She was right, an
isting everything!" she sobbed, clutching his arm. "She forced me! She threatened
e, elaborate. Did I drug you too? Did I tie you to the headboard? Did I stand over you with a knife and demand you pleasure my husband on my wedding night?" She tilted her head, mockery dripping from every syllabl
o the core, and fell sil
ssembled his mask of detached nobility. "It seems we need to have a di
wer-a desperate, clumsy attempt t
pushed it open a crack. A sliver of cold, clean night air sliced through the room's cloying sweetness.
gainst the dark glass. "What I want? It's very
it took him a moment to process. Isabelle's eyes widened wit
e House of Hawthorne is an inn you can simply come and go from as you plea
ite clearly, that it was you, Sterling Hawthorne, who was unfaithful on our we
her way out. Isabelle's joy vanished, replaced by horror. If that document was
lammed his fist onto a nearby mahogany table. The soun
" she said, her voice soft and lethal. "You wanted a Duchess, Sterling. Now you have one.
vision swam, the edges of the room blurring into darkness. She locked her knees, forcing herself to sta

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