Chapter Forty-Nine
Violet went hunting for Rhodes after luncheon. He had his own suite of rooms at Sevenash House, complete with a sitting room and study. She found him in the study, glowering at a letter he was composing.
Violet tapped on the doorframe. “Rhodes?”
Her brother lifted his head and glared at her. The glare was so fierce that Violet almost stepped back. “Is something wrong?”
His lips compressed until they almost vanished. Violet took that to be a Yes. She stepped into the room and closed the door. “What’s wrong?”
Rhodes flung down his quill, spattering ink across the letter. “You’re having an affair with Wintersmith. Don’t try to deny it; I’ve already spoken with him.”
Violet froze, just inside the door. Dismay flooded through her, and on its heels was a heart-clenching
