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

lattice of faded brutal scars carved into the pale skin beneath her imported silk chemise. The carriage wheel struck a rut, sending a jarring shudder through the velvet-lined cabin. Arthur did not blink. He kept his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked glass, watching the sprawling, desolate moors of Yorkshire swallow the last of the autumn daylight. Opposite continue reading …