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

confusion overriding her fear. “The consummation?” “The lawyers can burn in hell,” Arthur said. He turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder. The harsh lines of his face were set in stone. “Get into bed. Go to sleep.” He walked to the connecting door. “Where are you going?” The question slipped out of her before she could stop it, laced with continue reading …