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“I couldn’t agree more, Miss Atwood,” Trent said

A sudden frown h escaped her “Perhaps I should have stopped when I saw her thisabout from Bloomsbury to Cornhill She will find herself in a heap of trouble if caught Lord Murray is likely to run her around in circles”

“Who?” Cassandra asked though the wordon everyone’s lips

“Rosamund” Miss Atwood tutted “If her aunt

discovers she’s sneaking about town pestering a peer for a confession, there’ll be hell to pay”

Benedict held his breath

A sense of unease, dread and foreboding descended

Cassandra gripped his hand “You saw Rosa?” Mistrust dripped from every syllable

“Yes, about thirty ain “I passed by in a hackney as they entered Warwick Lane It struck me as odd What need have they to venture to that part of town? But now you’ve explained the urgency to gain a confession it makes more sense”

It rave look on everyone’s faces, it made little sense to them, too

“I have not seen Rosaarth’s ball” Pain and confusion coated Cassandra’s words now “Indeed, I cannot think why she would entertain Lord Murray”

“Can you not?” Wycliff spoke with briht walk towards a coaching inn with a man once betrothed to her friend”

Chapter Eighteen

“What if Rosamund blames Lord Murray for what happened to me and means to do him harm?” It sounded an unlikely explanation, but Cassandra was drowning beneath waves of disbelief and had to find so on to “You should have seen her look ofroom”

Their carriage turned into Warwick Lane—a bustling street filled with travellers and tourists and medical men—and ca carcasses hanging in the