Her mouth was dry and blood throbbed in her ears. It was Rogue. Her Rogue. How real he was—exactly like her portrait of him, only more vivid, more vigorous. I wanted to meet him dressed in red, she thought, not with these ridiculous bows in my hair. “What an unusual gown,” he said. “It changes color with the light.” He took a step forward and seemed to fill the room. Emily looked down. Her dress was the one that Charlotte had given her, but now it was a deep scarlet, and the roses trimming the bottom were real and in full bloom. She touched her head, hoping her hair had changed as well. It hadn’t, though a glance to the mirror told her the bows had also turned red. “I’m afraid I am lost,” he said. “Is there a party somewhere in this rabbit warren?” When no one spoke he gave a small bow. “Alexander Percy, Earl of Northangerland. Also known as Alexander Rogue.” “We know who you are,” Anne said, backing away. He raised an eyebrow at this. Emily curtsied, though her body didn’t feel her own.
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