of the study swung

his hand. He was furious. Her father, Lord Reginald

d with anger when he saw her. "There you are.

he polished mahogany table between them. She

metallic clink that sh

cing, his face red. "Eleonora! How could you j

r eyes were locked on Julian. "I

An answer? There is nothing to answer. I have already made t

eight a tool of intimidation. "I will marry Isabell

him with utter di

stowing a great honor. "It is the best outcome you

She looked at her father, expectin

desperate pragmatism. "Eleonora, Julian is thinking of your welfar

er heart, already fractur

s a shard of ice. "I, Eleonora Beaumo

on't be ungrateful. Who else would have you

gaining strength, "than a man who breaks his word an

a nerve. His face flushed wi

t step back. She met his furious

mid-air. He rememb

acket in a pathetic attempt to regain his composur

desk, his face red with fury. "For the honor o

onor that was bought by selling your own daughter? The honor t

er. "The moment you called this a 'respecta

, pointing a shaking finger at h

lling one last time on the ring glitteri

k on them and walk

" Julian's cold voice followed h

hand closed around the c

r her. It was the feeling of a chain

n. Light from the hallway flo

d for the first t

r, sealing away the stunned and