The Devil's Love
““He wants to see me?” she asked for the second time.
“Yes, madam.” Jones looked pained. Abbey stood unsteadily from the chair she had been sitting in since she had fled the drawing room. She must have sat for hours, staring blindly at a portrait on the wall. Her thoughts were a tangled mess. In one moment, she fretted over Galen’s struggle, seeing him as victim of another lie perpetuated by Captain Carrington. In the next, she wondered if her father really could have changed his plans so abruptly, plans he had obviously been building for over a decade. And she bled for Michael, the real victim in her father’s twisted dealings. Then she would panic that he somehow thought she had done this to him, not the captain. That was followed by anger that he was so quick to judge her. If the last few months had meant anything to him, he would know she had not. But then again, why should he? The Carringtons had not exactly been paragons of truthfulness thus far.
And if he did not believe her?
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