The coach bounded home at full speed as instructed by Tritan to the coachman. Katrina held on to one of the pillars of the coach to support herself from plunging forward. The hairs on her body rose, inundating her of Tristan's eye on her. She turned to meet his ravenous gape grazing him with a grin.
Back at the party when Nicholas had attacked her, she had felt more than disgusted with his action. Even thinking about now was repulsive to her. Her skin crawled where he had touched her without meaning to she brushed at hand he had grabbed.
The night was as she had envisaged filled with diverse misfortune. Thanks to the earl who had managed to quell the entire situation which makes her wonder how he must have managed to tame Beverly.
She knew Beverly can be a hard nut to crack considerin
