Kit threw a panicked look at Maddy but she was still determined to avoid him. He didn’t blame her. If he were a gentleman, he would have already offered her marriage. But he wasn’t a gentleman and he hadn’t been one for a very long time. He would not saddle any woman with his fits. She did not know the nightmares he faced whenever he closed his eyes or that he slept with a knife clutched to his chest. She did not know how close his rage was to the surface, and that he struggled to keep it hidden away. She didn’t know who he was inside, and so she naturally expected that he would offer for her. But he had made his position clear now, much to her obvious pain, but he could not help that. She would be better in the long run with a good, solid Englishman as her husband. While he, on the other hand, now had to face the most urgent of his demons: Scheherazade, the woman he had once loved above all others. They stepped out of the carriage to view a rather dull home.
