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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Her? Opening the door to her room, obviously Divers Roarke’s rather, which was probably why he was facing what was also technically his looking glass above his mantelpiece now too, Destiny did not feel quite the same as the woman who had left it earlier.

Still--let her heart sing joyful songs of elation--she had been to Lyon. She had allied herself with him. In a way. Not the way she’d hoped. True. But so long as she could put aside the rankling words, ‘You say one word of what I am about to reveal, to anyone and I will personally see you hang at the nearest crossroads for smuggling. Do you understand?’ was it so bad, really?

She did understand. Lots.