Julian,The Duke of Ravenhurst laid his head down on the desk, on top of the letter, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the rain.Sovereign crossed the carpet and rested his chin on the Duke's knee. The Duke's hand came down on that great gray head. Something stirred at the back of his memory, and he lifted his face.
If you are reading this, I have been a fool again, and you are cross, and I deserve it. Three things:
First, our cousin Percival has been robbing the estate for two years. I have the ledger, and Baron Marlowe has proof of the forgeries, and I can no longer keep silent. I ride tonight to meet Percival at the old hunting lodge. He begged to settle it quietly, as family. I will give him until Sunday to confess to you himself. Do not be hard on him. He is weak, and weak men are the most dangerous kind.
Second, I have been married since September to Isolde Marlowe. She is the cleverest woman I know, and I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would see a title where I see a person. I was wrong to be afraid. You are the best man I know, Julian. You are only the worst at saying so.
Third, be kind to Sovereign. He will do the right thing before any of us have understood what it is.
Your brother, always,
Edmund.
The Duke's Hound Hated Every Woman He Courted — Until a Young Lady Walked Through the Gate
The Duke's Hound Hated Every Woman He Courted — Until a Young Lady Walked Through the Gate
Chapter 7
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