Chapter Four
Hearing the familiar voice, Meikah’s eyes widened as she slowly turned. She almost closed her eyes when she found the Duke had followed them into the gardens, a goblet in one hand. She lost all power of speech and couldn’t remember if she was to bow or curtsey.
Kellan grinned. “Your Grace. How lovely to see you. Is the Duchess with you this evening? This would be the perfect event for her to wear her new scarf.”
Rafe moved closer to Meikah, sharing a look with her.
She didn’t blame Rafe. It seemed there was little Kellan wouldn’t dare. She finally managed to curtsey to the Duke. “Your Grace.”
He inclined his head. “Meikah, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
The Duke looked at Rafe. “And Rafe.”
“Yes, Your Grace.” Rafe bowed.
“Considerate of you to lend a lady your sword,” t
