Six months, Lady Margaret."
Six months?" The dowager duchess could find no fault with the figure presented to her. Fury's either for that matter. "My goodness. At last."
"Yes. Alas, Thomas lived only just long enough to know of the great joy that was going to be his. It has been a sad time for all. But, now I am home at Ravenhurst, with this tiny reminder of him, his child, his hopefully-to-be son and heir, how can my fortunes fail to improve?"
Fury's eyes pinged open before she could discover whether her fortunes improved or not. Her gaze shrank from the sunlight filtering through the shutters, and she realized one thing. The dream was over. The nightmare was still before her--beside her, actually, sprawled out over three quarters of the bed while she huddled, trying to get a snatch on
