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She turned, and she felt her head tilt ever-so-slightly to the side, as if sole, she would see hily, she did She e, because she would have sworn that her vision had been crystal clear just a moment earlier

It was as if she’d never really seen him before She looked into his eyes, and she saw more than color, more than shape It wasn’t that the iris was brown, or the pupil was black It was that he was there, and she could see hiht –

I love hi could have been , at the sa within her had been dislodged for years, and he had, with five innocent words – I wasn’t looking at Sarah – bumped it into place

She loved him She would always love him It made such sense Who could she possibly love but Marcus Holroyd?

"I was looking at you," he said, so softly she couldn’t even be sure she’d heard it "I was looking only at you"

She looked down Her hand was on his She didn’t re it there "Marcus?" she whispered, and she didn’t knohy it was a question But she couldn’t have made herself say any other word

"Honoria," he whispered, and then –

"My lord! My lord!"

Honoria ju out of the chair There was a s toward them Hastily, Honoria stood and stepped back behind the chair

Ainto the room "A letter has arrived," Lady Winstead said breathlessly "Frorabbed the back of the chair for support They had not heard from her brother in over a year Well, perhaps Marcus had, but she had not, and Daniel had long since stopped trying to write to their h Marcus was still breaking the seal

"Let him open it first," Honoria adht to leave the room to allow hi herself to do so Daniel was her only brother, and she’d one by without even a simple note fronore her His letter surely had been lost; international post was notoriously unreliable

But right now she didn’t care why she had not heard fro; she just wanted to knoas in his letter to Marcus

And so they all stood there, staring at Marcus with bated breath It was beyond rude, but no one illing to budge

"Is he well?" her e