SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

Duke set down his glass, stood up, and crossed to the fireplace to face the room. His face was still and his eyes were dark. “Lady Marchmount,” he said, his voice low and even, “I will be leaving Ashenford in the morning.”

Her aunt’s face changed. “Your Grace? Surely… we had understood you might stay through.”

“I had thought so as well. I find I have continue reading …