Violet’s unhappy wails echoed up and down the corridors of the Keep. Her cries seemed to have the strangest ability to penetrate the heavy drapes and the cold stone walls so that there was nowhere to hide from her pitiful cries. As much as he loved his daughter, even the duke was tempted to cover his ears with his hands. “Where is the wet nurse?” He growled in annoyance at the new head-housekeeper. Miss Pims had been one of the head maids under Mrs. Short before her dismissal.
Miss Pims looked nervously at the door to the hall way. “She’s in the lady’s parlor, your grace.”
Liam pushed out of his chair and headed down the hallway to the parlor. The room had scarcely been used since his mother’s death, and it still smelled faintly of dust. For some reason the new wet-nurse insiste
