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

it. Her knuckles were bone white where she gripped her cloak. “I am perfectly well, your grace.” “You are shivering.” The carriage rattles. “It is only the vibration.” Arthur stared at her for a long moment. It was a lie. A blatant, desperate little lie. He reached across the narrow space.

The moment his gloved hand moved, Beatrice flinched. It was continue reading …