Chapter 4While Midnight retracted the ramp, the cogs and wheels whirring softly, Aurora glowered at Voltaire’s back.
“Loud mouthed, arrogant—”
“He’s very dashing, isn’t he?” Drusilla leaned in close and whispered directly into Aurora’s ear, stopping her dead. “I mean, I know I have a fiancé, but Voltaire’s very handsome, and clearly a man of action. Unfortunately, the most Dryden does is hunt. I like to ride, but I’d never hunt, and he doesn’t ride unless he’s hunting.”
“Miss Dru,” Aurora sighed as she turned to the blonde. “Are you quite sure you’re making the right decision regarding your future?”
“I didn’t make the decision at all.” Drusilla’s sky-blue eyes dulled as she spoke, and the revelation took the wind out of Aurora’s sails.
“I don’t understand. How can you be engaged to a
