“Your Grace.” She forced her voice steady. “That letter belongs to my brother.”
Evangeline’s heart stuttered. “Then why not say so?”
She spun. The Duke leaned against the doorframe, holding a folded letter. Moonlight carved sharp angles across his face—hawkish nose, strong jaw, eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was not handsome in the polished way of London’s dandies. He was beautiful in the way a wolf was beautiful: untamed and utterly aware of his power. Patimile Iubirii De Stephanie Laurens Pdf Download --LINK
He did not kiss her. Instead, he circled her like a predator, his fingers trailing the back of the chair she stood beside. “Return the journal, and I will clear your brother’s name. I will even help him find respectable employment abroad, far from the fool who nearly destroyed him.”
“Because,” he murmured, lifting a hand to brush a curl from her cheek, “your brother also stole something from me. A journal. And I suspect he gave it to you.” “Your Grace
“Show me the letter first,” she whispered.
She had come for the truth.
Lady Evangeline knew she was playing with fire the moment she stepped into the Duke of Ashworth’s private study at midnight. The house party at Blackwood Manor hummed with sleeping guests, but she had not come for cards or whispered gossip.
For a long moment, he simply looked at her. Then he laughed—a real laugh, low and warm—and handed her the letter. “Read it. Then give me what is mine.” The Duke leaned against the doorframe, holding a
She said nothing. Her pulse hammered.