The Duke Hadn’t Laughed Since the War

She did not move, as she was not the kind of woman who moved.

“The Fenwick girl will hold,” Pell said. His voice was its usual careful tone, as if each word had been straightened beside its neighbor before being dispatched.

“She had better.” The dowager’s voice was lower and colder than Constance had heard it in 11 months of daily proximity. “If Aldric continue reading …