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

my duties, your grace. You paid a steep price. I am ready to fulfill my end of the bargain.” She didn’t sound ready. She sounded resigned to a slaughter. Arthur’s irritation spiked. He unbuttoned his waistcoat, throwing it onto the chair. “Then let us get on with it.”

He walked toward her. She held her ground, but he could see the minute tremors shaking continue reading …