Chapter Twenty-Six
“It doesn’t matter what you say to me, I’m not going back.”
Spin plopped down in the plush office. Her arms were crossed over her chest. There was mud on her boots that she’d tracked through Schiessl’s office and she was happy for that. She loved putting a tarnish on fine things. But only things that belonged to snobby people.
She’d been a blemish her whole life, having been born the illegitimate child of an Austrian aristocrat. Though the noble class had been abolished in the last century, her father’s family still held tight to their fortune and their stuffy values.
The Earl of Feldkirch, Jakob Trent, had had no children with his wife. He had no love with her or anything in common with her except their blue blood. Or so her father had told her mother. And that wasn
