Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

Russian sable. Her face was powdered, her lips pinched into a tight, furious line. Behind her, Clara and Jane huddled like brightly colored, frightened birds, staring wide-eyed at the shadowed, imposing interior of Rookwood.

Norah slowly set her quill down. The silence in the study was absolute.

Agatha’s eyes swept the room. They bypassed the towering continue reading …