Lady Margaret’s POV
I was getting ready to leave my chamber, hopefully I’d sniff out what they were all hiding or, at the very least, track down that sleazy bastard who’d nearly torn my legs apart with his thick, eager c**k.
My thighs still carried the faint ache from hours ago, a reminder that pissed me off more than it satisfied me. Philip thought he could use me and vanish? He had no idea the leash I was about to snap around his neck.
I smoothed the front of my gown, the one that hugged my curves just enough to turn heads without screaming desperation. A quick glance in the mirror…hair pinned high, lips stained dark red, eyes sharp. Perfect. I looked like power wrapped in silk.
The door creaked open and Eliza stumbled in, pale as death, sweat beading on her forehead. Dried tear tra
