Ten
ADRIANA IGNORED THE clatter behind her as the tea tray arrived after dinner that night. Pushing aside the deep red drawing–room drapes, she sat down on the window seat and looked out at the black night, but saw only reflections in the glass. Shadows moved behind her in the flickering candlelight, but she kept her face turned toward the window as if she could see outside.
Odd events from the day kept replaying in her mind like the shadows in the glass: Morgan trying to start a fire by pointing at a pile of wood, and his sweet kiss that made her feel so connected to him; Lord Vallentyn’s blank stare after she told him at dinner to finally stand up to his mother, after they had discussed that he was only marrying her because his mother had told him to do so.
Lord Vallentyn seemed to ha
