She opened her eyes to see Everett smiling down at her. He looked so endearing, with his hesitant grin and tousled hair, she couldn’t help but smile back. The early morning light seeped in through the sash windows of this room that wasn’t hers—a place she shouldn’t be. Her emotions were turned in...
Lady Melwyn Pencavel released the wrist strap and stared across at her abigail. “Well, here we are, home, to emptiness and routine—and my excruciating death, I daresay. I hope dear Papa won’t scold me too severely.”“He most often scolds, m’lady, don’t he?” Clowenna gave her the usual smirk born f...