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Perdita did not wake until midday. The bed was empty, but the imprint where Vaughn had lain was still warm to the touch. She had been so tired after taking the sleeping draught, but she hadn’t forgotten what he’d told her about his brother, about loving and losing him. She had seen the pain in his eyes and heard the catch in his voice. Her viscount’s heart was not made of stone or even ice. It was there, beating and bleeding, just like her own.
She climbed out of bed, wincing at the stiffness of her muscles. It was going be a long day, and tonight was the supper and the ball, which meant she’d have little time for rest. She lifted her head when her maid came in.
Beth came over and gave her a gentle hug. “My lady. I was told about last night by your mother. I am so sorry! Why didn’t y
