Will forced food into his mouth which tasted like ash. His head thudded in time with his heart as he listened to Kendall prattle on about nothing. The man always did love the sound of his own voice. He could feel Dearne’s gaze burning into him from the opposite side of the table. He risked a glance, and Dearne raised an eyebrow but didn’t smile. A small, cold hand touched his beneath the table, and he turned to Miss Rose at his side.
“Tell me, Mr. Marsden. Have you read anything interesting of late? I confess I am searching for something new.”
Will blinked at her. She was smiling kindly. Why she was smiling at him after what she had just witnessed in the bedchamber, and what she had just seen with Kendall, he had no idea. Breeding, or something, took over and he managed to smile back.
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