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Lachlan climbed out of his coach the following morning, stretched his legs, and climbed the steps of Anthony’s townhouse. He paused at the door, holding his breath for a moment. The moment he went inside, his life would change forever. He knew that he could turn and run from this, change his mind about his plans, yet he didn’t. Every emotion that had raged the night before was now locked away in a dark corner of his mind. Instead of focusing on his brother’s death and the man responsible, he focused instead on the woman, Daphne, the bastard’s daughter.
When he stood there in the drawing room the night before, as nervous as the other men, he had hated himself for showing such weakness. And then she had entered, a tiny creature with soft curves, dark hair and warm brown eyes. She had bee
