“Henrietta stumbled on the first step, her vision fuzzy. It was almost dawn. She had dismissed her maid to bed. Henrietta didn’t want to bother with a bedtime ritual: brushing her hair, washing her face, divesting her clothes. She just wanted to get to her own room and bury herself under the bedcovers. She wanted to forget all about Sebastian; to lose herself to dream and stifle the smarting pain in her breast.She gathered her skirts and mounted the stairs again.“Henry!”Henrietta ignored her bro...ther-in-law. She was too distraught to chitchat now—especially with him. He had tried to help her woo Sebastian, knowing who his brother really was: a scoundrel.“Leave me alone, Peter.”Peter bounded up the steps after her and grabbed her by the arm, curtailing her retreat. “Henry, I’ve been waiting for you to come home. You went after Seb, didn’t you? Please tell me what happened. Did Seb hurt you?”A sardonic chortle. “He only devastated my very belief in goodness.”Peter looked devastated himself.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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