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

indication she had heard him. “Thank you, your grace.” Her voice was thin, frayed at the edges. She didn’t raise her head. Arthur frowned, a deep crease forming between his brows.

He didn’t consider himself a cruel man. Cynical, certainly. Cold, according to polite society. But he had no desire to terrorize the woman. He had watched her at the altar,continue reading …