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Hart was going toto be dressed down, Beth thought irritably "Your Grace," she said

The duke glanced up sharply His eyes glittered the saold as lan’s but pierced Beth fro in place without flinching

Hart’s pen clattered to his pen tray and he rose

He was tall, like all the Mackenzies, his hair a darker redbrown Hart had the Mackenzie broad shoulders, powerful build, and square face He wore a forreen with red and white thread His dark coat fit him like a second skin, likely h

Still, he wasn’t a e of the brothers she’d already met Mac’s face bore the restless brilliance of an obsessed artist Cameron’s face was heavier, more brutish, complete with scar He looked like a ruffian So did Hart, but Hart’s smooth confidence rolled off hihtest command would be fulfilled It wasn’t conceit, but cool certainty

Hart overpowered every single thing in the roo confidence seehtest effect

Hart finally reaze from Beth and switched it to Ian "Was there no other way?" He spoke as though they were in the middle of a conversation, but Ian nodded "Felloould have found some means to use her Or turned her into an excuse to arrest " Hart’s stare came back to Beth "She was once a lady’s companion? Why did Isabella befriend her?"

Beth pulled herself away fro out her hand "I’ The journey was tiring but uneventful, no problems on the lines, and no Fenian bombs at any of the stations"

Hart shot Ian a scowl

"She is fond of jokes," Ian said

"Is she?" Hart answered, his voice cool