Sacrifice (Fashionably Impure Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
The sound jarred Miranda’s already strained nerves as she watched the withdrawing chamber doorway, waiting for Adrian to enter. Inside, her stomach began to tie itself into knots. She had expected this to be a formality, yet a casual, relaxed business. But it was impossible not to be tense under the Earl of Ruel’s formidable scowl. Was that a scowl? Or was that merely natural his expression? His rugged looks were a distinct contrast to Adrian’s handsomeness. Certainly the distinguished earl was studying her intently. Too damn intently. As though he were searching for some flaw in her. As though he were trying to penetrate her very soul to reveal her inner thoughts. And it was clear that whatever he did see in her did not please him. He had been civil enough in their initial introduction, if brief in his speech. She took a deep breath against her rising nausea. Just get through this formality. She turned her gaze to Ruel’s right and met the pale blue, mild eyes of Lady Drake. A small wren of a woman with light brown hair, her small hands folded over a very pregnant belly.
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