Arthur Brynnwood, the new Earl of Castleton, had just locked a woman in a bedchamber.
Good Lord. Now what?
Good Lord. Now what?He had been possessed by some flight of madness, that had to be it. It must have been caused by the pressure of being saddled with a new title and a vast estate. His great-uncle had been in good health and his death had been entirely unexpected. Arthur hadn’t been prepared to take over this life, these lands, and certainly not the responsibility that came with it. He had enjoyed a life of leisure in London. He’d had money and a fine house, the best horses and excellent servants. Now he had even more, and that somehow made everything harder.
harderWhen he had arrived at the Castleton estate a week ago, his new steward, Mr. Fulton, had discussed all of the assets
