Dominic glared at William from across the table, sipping his soup, his eyes darted between the priest and his wife. His eyes landing on his wife.
Her smile only came alive in the presence of her brother. Of any man but him. After she had disappeared she had come back, changed and with The Marquis of Petersberg on her arm. She had curtsied low and with a beam on her face, begged for his forgiveness and a new start.
Dominic had been slient and then dismissed her to get ready for dinner. She had curtised and scurried out without a compliant. Dominic had offered the Marquis a drink, the man in return had explained he had met Jacqueline in their parlour by mistake. However, Dominic had been in there and he knew it was a lie, but he held his tongue and spoke of court security. The man talked
