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

the firelight casting long, dancing shadows across his scarred face, and began to read.

Norah held her breath. She watched his face for the shift, the moment his brow would furrow, the moment his lip would curl in disgust.

He read the first page. He flipped to the second. His expression did not change.

It remained a mask of bored exhaustion. When he continue reading …