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

trull in the mud.”

Alistair did not stand. He leaned back in his heavy oak chair, steepled his fingers, and stared at Agatha. He looked at her the way he looked at a diseased fox in his woods.

“Lady Agatha,” Alistair drawled, his voice dangerously soft. “You are trespassing, and you are tracking snow onto my floor.”

Agatha flinched at his tone, but desperation continue reading …