A Marquess for Christmas
“The cherrywood armoire and the large four poster bed were not his own. His gaze went in and out of focus and he saw two footman and a girl that he couldn’t recognize. She was tall with flaxen hair. Next to her stood another woman with high cheek bones dotted with freckles, midnight hair, and emerald colored eyes.
“Bel—” He started to speak, but his words came out slurred. When she put the blankets over him, he tried to reach for her arm.
Her eyes widened and she gave a tiny yelp.
“Don’tch be mad at Friddy.” His words were a garbled mess.
“I’m sorry, sir. May I help you?”
He looked at her again, blinking a few times to clear his vision and realized that she wasn’t his sister. She was young, but fuller than Bella, who was tall and thin like a birch tree.
A sharp stabbing went through his head and Kit squeezed his eyes shut. As he released his hand from the girl’s arm, he noticed how heavy and dull it was.
His body was almost numb, except for the bashing on his skull.
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