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

her gown and pulled it gently back up, covering her shoulders. He pulled the edges together, covering the scars, the burns, the bruises. He fumbled slightly with the ribbon, his large hands suddenly clumsy until he tied it loosely at her throat.

Beatrice opened her eyes. She looked at him, completely unmoored. Arthur stepped back. He picked up his waistcoat continue reading …