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“Good afternoon, Lady Townsend. May I offer my deepest condolences?”
She turned on the chair, barely curious as to who might be visiting and eager to send him on his way. But as soon as she pivoted, it was as if a dam inside her split in two and a cascade of emotion tumbled forth.
Bolting from the chair, she took two long steps toward him. “You.”
“Yes, me.” The Marquess of Axbridge didn’t flinch. Indeed, he stared into her, his blue eyes clear and piercing.
“You’ve a singular audacity to come here.”
The marquess bowed deeply. “I beg your pardon.” He looked at her once more. “And your forgiveness.”
Rage spiraled through her, and it was glorious to feel. “You’ll never have either.”
“That is completely understandable.” His tone was tight, measured. His cool reserve antagonized her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m so glad I have your approval.”
“I wouldn’t ever ask for, nor expect that.”
“And yet you ask for my forgiveness. It hardly seems to matter—I’ll give you nothing save my undying hatred.”
“Which I deserve. Nevertheless, I would apologize for what happened.”
“Apologize? You didn’t step on my foot during a dance. Nor did you spill a glass of ratafia on my gown. You killed my husband.”
Now he flinched. His eye twitched, and his lips pressed together so hard, they turned white. And yet he was still incredibly handsome. That hardly seemed fair.
He took a step toward her. She didn’t retreat, but her body tensed. She clenched her hands into tight fists. Her spine was so straight and stiff that she could have flown a flag from her shoulder.
“I didn’t come to make excuses, but please know I had good reason to demand satisfaction. I’d hoped he would settle the matter before moving to weapons, but he refused.”
She gaped at him. “Are you somehow trying to blame my husband for your actions?”
His jaw tightened, and he blew out a breath. “No. I came to offer my condolences, beg your forgiveness, apologize, and offer any assistance you may need—ever.”
He wanted to help her? She stared at him, the anger inside her curdling. “I would never want anything from you, nor would I ask.”
“I certainly understand you not wanting anything from me; however, if a need should ever arise, I would very much like to help you.”
“I think you’ve done quite enough.” Fury churned through every part of her, and she wanted to lash out. Needed to. “Actually, I can think of one thing I would like from you.” She took a step toward him, her lip curling. “I should appreciate it if you would be miserable for the rest of your life. I would take great joy in knowing that you will wallow in guilt and anguish for all your days.” She glared at him, long and hard.
“I can do that,” he said softly, without a shred of irony. “You may be pleased to know that I am already well on my way. And I shan’t trouble you with my presence. I’m leaving England today.”
“Good.”
“My offer will always stand, whether you choose to take advantage of it or not. Should you require anything at all, please contact my man of affairs.” He held out a card.
She didn’t want to take anything from him. “Choke on it,” she spat.
He withdrew his hand to his side. “Again, my deepest apologies, Lady Townsend.” He turned and strode from the room, his broad shoulders straight, his gait sure.
Damn him.
Damn him.
I feel like I say this after finishing every book in this series, but this book’s couple is my absolute favorite of all of them. Somehow it’s true every time, and even more so with Emmaline and Lionel. They start as enemies–at least Emmaline believes Lionel is her enemy, and she gets through months of her life by plotting how she’ll get even with him–but end up as the best of friends and lovers, as the family that both of them have longed for for so long. How Ms. Burke gets us (and them, of course!) from enemies to lovers makes for an absolutely delicious story that I didn’t want to put down for even a second.
I was so afraid that this would be the last book in the series–silly, I know, since she has other books, many of which I’ve read (and the remainder are waiting in my TBR) but they’re not this series. Because, this series…. No worries, though, because her note at the end tells us that The Duke of Ice is coming next, though not when…
Patience, I know. But it’s hard. Did I mention how much I love this series?
Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
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