But her nerves remained unsettled as the women chattered on, including her on some level. She had difficulty following the conversation as her thoughts were firmly fixed on her husband.He couldn't possibly be a murderer, and yet his first wife was dead. There'd been some odd rumblings amid the ton at the time, but she was certain it was nothing more than nasty gossip. He'd not been accused of any wrong doing, had suffered severely himself. And why would he wish to harm her? Then again, perhaps her newfound emotions were skewing her perception and deflecting any guilt from his direction.A laugh, low and rough, weaved its way across the room to her ears. Had that been Magnus?She sought him out and found him smiling. Then his gaze met hers and her breath caught in her throat. How could he be the killer? Were his attentions all some cruel attempt to waylay her suspicions?"It cannot be easy stepping into another woman's shoes,” Lady Crittenden said, catching her ear. “But you seem quite suited for one another,”
