Melissande could not give credence to Gaultier’s accusation.
She might not have wed Quinn of her own accord, but she could not believe that he would contrive such a wicked scheme. She was not even certain he had spoken to Heloise before the wedding feast, and he might not have even known that Tulley had a niece. As vexed as he had been with her, he had never injured her. Indeed, he had been gentle, and had introduced her to the marital debt with much patience. She could not imagine that he meant to ensure her demise.
It could have been readily done by now, if so.
It was curious that she already possessed such a strong conviction of Quinn’s sense of honor and his reliability. Truly, if he had not been Jerome’s son, she might have chosen him of her own accord.
There was a startling reali
