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

his face back to the window. The muscle in his jaw ticked. He had seen women nervous on their wedding trips before. He had brothers. He had friends. He knew the stories of weeping brides missing their mothers. But this was not sorrow. This was the raw, electric tension of a cornered animal. She thinks I’m going to hurt her, he realized.

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