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

burned away in an instant, replaced by a cold, crawling horror, and then a sudden, blinding surge of rage. He recognized these wounds. He had seen them on insubordinate privates, on street dogs, on men who had survived torture. He had never seen them on a twenty-year-old woman.

“Who?” Arthur asked. The word barely left his throat. Beatrice stood trembling,continue reading …