from women. His expression was perpetually unreadable, his demeanor cold and detached, as though
ept with a woman b
he was s
he woke up, everything had changed. He had flipped the
s bite marks still burned against her skin, and the aches in
istaken! This is just
sharp enough to wound. The bitch always had a way of seducing men.
over Baila, cold and distant y
ed her chin, tilting her face just enough for the long scar on her right cheek to catch the li
om the top of Baila's cheek to the bottom, long and
tly. This wasn't the fac
run away just no
as just heading to the kitc
l seconds. The woman in the
ht next to him. How could he hav
ave now," R
small nod before turning and
nce at Phoebe, Rowa
*
s blazing. "Listen to me, Baila," sh
ce. "I'll leave here right now," she said col
told Rowan you're a servant. If you disappear now, he'll st
e as a s
in Baila's mind, sending a wave of unease through
r grandmother, she had no
better make sure you hold on to your position as Mrs. Hayes. You w
nsettlingly beautiful-sparkled with a strange charm.
so ugly have eye
aid a fortune to had once mentioned seeing a breathtaking girl on the busiest s
e countryside, her face without the scar was an e
en that beautiful g
uldn't
ugly scar on her face. She probably d
matter how striking Baila's eyes were, the scar on her f
ight of Harlee Warren, the housekeeper. "Find the smallest servant's quarters for Baila,"
*
at in front of the mirror. Her fingers trace
la hadn't always
ade-the wrong child had been brought home. While the imposter, Talia Nelson, was raised in lux
appointment was instant. To them, she was nothing more than a disfigured girl with
rvant's room of the Nelson fam
aughter, enjoyed torm
iance had taken shape. The Nelson family snatched her grandmother, using her grandmother as levera
termination in her eyes. No matter what it
*
oom, taking off his shirt before
efore the towering French window, his sharp face cast in a
ook a slow sip, the rich, velvety
n lingered in his mind. The memory of that kiss. Soft. Fresh. A sweetn
ve punished Phoebe today. Yet, for reasons he
n answer, just know
mind. Setting the glass aside, Rowa
efore, and it carried the f
scent clung t
same scent. And, for the first t
ng as he could remember. But last
cause of
that to fa
is way downstairs. Soon, he spotted the fa
nd placed his ha
refully pruned a handful of fresh flowers, arranging them delicately
waist. She was pulled into an embrace. Through the thin f
stif
as. Rowan. The master of the house. No one else
he holdi
that she had been th
d closer. His breath fanned against her skin. He muttered, "P
mth surged to
ace Rowan. "Mr. Hayes, you'v