Grace pressed a fist to her mouth. She would not faint. She would not cry out. She would show nothing at all of the insane turmoil she felt within. “Mortimer,” Stonehaven said, his voice deep and wrathful. “He found you, didn’t he? He brought you here?” “Please, Arran, don’t be angry with me. I didn’t want things to happen as they did.” “You didn’t want them to happen as they did?” Stonehaven gave an ugly laugh. “Then what in God’s name did you want, woman? You knew what you were about. When I sent you away, it was with the understanding that you were never to return.” “My circumstances have changed.” “What is that to me?” “Now there is only you, Arran. I only want you.” Grace moved backwards, feeling her way to a chair, and slumped down. “I want you out of this house.
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