Blanche’s POV
I felt him before I heard his voice, and my heart fluttered. But my lady’s maid blocked Aaron’s entrance like an iron barricade.
“It’s completely improper,” she insisted. “We can’t have it. Milady cannot have a gentleman caller in her room.”
“Can I speak to her at least?” he begged.
She scoffed. “I can’t refuse that, but it won’t happen in these chambers.”
I rushed to the door. “Thank you, Eloise. I’ll speak with him outside.”
She sighed helplessly and bowed her head, stepping aside as I left the room. I took his hand and pulled him down the hallway, looking around to be sure no one was in earshot. I smiled at him, ready to steal a kiss until I noticed the sweat on his brow.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We have a problem,” he whispered, looking around again. “It’s Knox.
