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

on the desk, Bates,” Alistair said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in Norah’s chest.

He still didn’t look up. “And have someone bring more wood.”

“It is not a messenger, your grace,” Bates replied quietly. “It is the lady herself.”

The scratching of the quill stopped. Alistair slowly raised his head.

His eyes were a startling pale amber,continue reading …