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Cavanagh snatched his glass of brandy froive me, Trent I did not wish to ruin your nuptials, but the situation cannot be helped”

“Who the devil are you ?” Wycliff asked incredulously

Cavanagh breathed another weary sigh “Lady Cassandra Mills”

Stunned, Lawrence struggled to form a coherent word

“Cassandra Mills? But she hates you” Wycliff shook his head “Why would she agree toher father will disown her? Hell, your father itiious family”

Lawrence continued to gape Their battle with the Brethren ical explanation he could muster

“She has little choice in the h stood He strode to the drinks tray and sloshed brandy into his glass “After the shocking event near the Serpentine, it’s est scandal of the season”

Cavanagh remained at the drinks tray He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose,mouthfuls of liquor

Sensing Lawrence’s anxiety, Verity touched his ars are as dire as they seem”

Lawrence turned to the beautiful woman at his side who always tried to make the best of dreadful situations “They despise one another What basis is that for a e?”

“No basis at all,” Cavanagh replied

“Then what the hell happened to make you drop to your knees and place your neck on the executioner’s block?”

With sluan with the letter I received two days ago” By the time he had finished the incredulous tale, they were rendered mute—dumbfounded

The silence grew h’s sorry fate He had every opportunity to punish the chit and yet he had chosen honour over vengeance

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Cavanagh eventually said though Lawrence suspected the copious amounts of brandy had helped rouse his optimism “We’ll live separately She can take a lover I shall have no objection”