‘I must be brave,’ she told herself now.
“Follow me,” the Duke said curtly.
He began to walk ahead down the passage, but slowly, as if he was afraid of overtaking Isobel.
There was no sign of her when they reached the hall.
The Duke passed through it and went down another corridor until he opened a door.
As soon as she entered the room, Safina guessed that it was his study. It was in some ways very like the one that her father always used at Wick Park.
When, however, she looked a little closer, she was aware it was, in fact, very different.
Everything at her home, which had been decorated and arranged by her mother, was, she believed, perfection.
If a curtain faded, it was immediately replaced and the cushions and covers on the chairs were changed every few years.
Here was a very
