The man who might have had something to do with my mother’s death.
That suspicion had been gnawing at me ever since Benjamin had told me everything he knew. I still didn’t want to believe that my own father might do something that heinous, but knowing my father and his draconian political practices, I couldn’t be that surprised.
I didn’t want him to come to the wedding. Hell, I didn’t want to see his sour mug ever again. But… If I invited him to the wedding, I could observe him on my turf, where I had allies. Maybe even find a way to get him alone, to question him.
With a sigh, I picked up a pen and added his name to the bottom of the list: “Sir Oliver Ravenwood.” Just writing it out made my skin crawl, but I forced myself to do it.
While I was at it, I might as well add Ve
