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There was nothing angelic about the way the lord’s features contorted and twisted to reveal the ugly truth behind the htly he was liable to break a bone It took all her strength not to whimper
Through gritted teeth, he snarled, “Be careful, Miss Atwood Athe hounds” And then he pasted an amiable smile which he shared with those dancers nearby
Fear should have seized Sybil by the throat and held her in its frigid grip, but Lucius Daventry was seconds away and would soon put this bully in his place While Mr Daventry took a covert approach when investigating, she preferred reckless and direct What had she to lose? Her life was already in danger
“I have read what my father wrote in his journals—detailed evidence of fraud and deception What interests me is how you know And you must know Why else would you ht but scientific theories?”
The lord’s jaw firmed
The earlier comments about Mrs Crandall crept into Sybil’soneself from devils like Lord Newberry
“Should anything happen to me, my lord, know that I have made notes on my father’s work Notes that will pass to the appropriate authorities should I meet my demise”
The dance ended before the lord could muster a reply
With a firm hold of Sybil’s upper ares nothing,” he whispered through gritted teeth as he escorted her back to the Cavanaghs “No one will believe the scrawled notes of a woman committed to an asylum for the insane Once I obtain the journals froht find yourself spirited away in the dead of night, never to be seen again”
“You do not scarein a dank cell entered her mind Rich lords had the power to manipulate any situation Wasn’t that the reason her father had formed the Order?
“Then why are you tre, my dear?”
“Perhaps it has so in fro yet another shs
Lord Newberry did not give Sybil a , “I must insist on another dance, Miss Atwood, and simply won’t take no for an answer”
No doubt woentleather more information convinced her to say, “Of course But if we are to discuss our mutual interest in my father’s notes, ill have to dance the last waltz”
The lord gave a spurious smile “I shall await our conversation with bated breath, Miss Atwood” And with that, he flicked a golden lock from his brow and strode away