I never smiled much." His voice was a low purr in the shadows.
"Don't be silly," she replied, taking a step closer to the next portrait--and farther away from him. "You smile all the time."
"At you," he conceded, "with you, because of you.
I never smiled much." His voice was a low purr in the shadows.
"Don't be silly," she replied, taking a step closer to the next portrait--and farther away from him. "You smile all the time."
"At you," he conceded, "with you, because of you.
Before Charlotte could utter a syllable, Tristan picked up her gloved hand and kissed her lightly on the
knuckles.
“Good day, Charlotte,” he said.
“Good day,” she answered. She turned to bid farewell to Lady Rosalind, but she seemed to have
disappeared.
Numbly, she descended the front steps toward a waiting Rothbury, who only had eyes for the Devines’
front door, looking quite like he wanted to murder someone.
“Perfection, dear brother,” Rosalind proclaimed, while peeking out the little window next to the door.
“Utter perfection.”
Slipping a finger inside his cravat to loosen it a bit, Tristan craned his neck from side to side, easing the
building tension. “If he kills me, I’ll see to it that you get hanged for murder as well.
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