The Wedding Night Was a Cold Duty-Until the Duke Discovered the Marks She Hid Under Silk and Lace

rug,” Arthur said quietly. He kept his voice flat, devoid of accusation. He slowly withdrew his hand, reaching instead for the thick woolen blanket folded on the empty seat beside him. He tossed it onto her lap. “Put that over your knees.” Beatrice stared at the blanket as if it were a trap. “Thank you,” she whispered. She did not touch it.

Arthur turned continue reading …