Another five hundred pounds had allowed Ethan to buy Violette from Madame DuChamps. After all, he’d been a customer there in the past and knew she wanted his return business. Back on the street, he ushered Violette into a cab, which took them to where his carriage was being kept. He left word with a valet at his club to have his things sent, rather than go to his room to retrieve them himself. He did not want to risk leaving her alone anywhere, lest her father or Richard Graves have detectives about, and had his carriage readied. Within minutes, they were on their way out of London.
Violette was quiet during the journey and Ethan stole glances at her. She kept her hands folded primly in her lap and her somber-hued clothing of grays and blues, along with her subdued expression, completely
