Chapter Nine
They finished the meal in silence. Nell turned the conversation over in her head while she ate. I very nearly married a man who rapes his servants. The private parlor was warm, but even so, she shivered. Black noticed. His eyebrows went up. “Are you cold?”
Nell shook her head. She wasn’t cold; she was chilled. Chilled by how close she’d come to making an appalling mistake.
She sipped her wine soberly, and made a silent toast. Thank you, Sophia. But for you, I would have married Roger.
And then she felt shame.
If slapping Great Aunt Wrotham was the worst thing she’d ever done, then being angry at Sophia for eloping was the second worst. For months after the elopement she’d felt nothing but bitter rage. She’d blamed Sophia for ruining her marriage prospects, for ruining her
