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"He’s my twin," Tristan said quietly

"I can see a bit of resemblance" The dark hair, the jawline--

"Most people don’t look beyond the scars"

She studied the duchess She had vibrant red hair and was sh he had no hideous countenance to look upon

"She doesn’t seem bothered by them"

"But then she loves him"

That much was obvious She returned her attention to Tristan "Do all of you bear scars?"

"None we can’t live with"

Why could others not see what these brothers had endured to reclaim what they’d lost? Why were they not welcorown up within the familiar confines, because they stood out as different

She realized the music had drifted into silence as their movements came to a halt

"Will you keep your promise to Lady Hermione?" she asked

"If would be cruel of me not to, don’t you think? But I want another dance with you"

"That would be most unwise"

She hated the words even as she spoke thean to lead her fro at its edge She was surprised he didn’t charge into the fray and snatch her away

Just before they reached her brother, Tristan said, "The last dance of the evening is mine"

Before she could object to his possessive tone--or admit how it thrilled her--he released her and strode away

For the first ti, and that filled her with a certain a could exist between the a lord, his life was the sea Hers was here

Chapter 15

"The ladies are all atwitter," Sarah said as she cornered Anne in the ladies retiring room

"Ladies are always atwitter," Anne responded coolly She’d needed a ain her composure Lie, lie, lie She’d needed to be away fro about with Lady Her her in his ar the same with Anne She wasn’t jealous That would be ridiculous But she didn’thi himself so much

"You danced with Lord Tristan," Sarah said