Seventy-Seven
Gwyneth Godford
Penelope Peters would be living with me. I would have a sister. For seventeen years of my life, I’d lived alone in that house that was too big to ever feel like a home. With not even my own father to keep me company. Lord Godford hadn’t stayed in the house much since my Mother had died. Though recently, as of late, he’d been home a lot which was worrisome. There were others that were coming and going.
People like Orion Spires. The man that had shot Jasper. The man that was trying to tear the world apart. I had always known that I would never marry Cadoc. No matter how much he wanted me to. Or how much my Father wanted me to.
But Penelope Peters was perfect for Cadoc. She was smart. Driven. She wouldn’t
