Taken from the beginning of chapter three...
Gabriel sat up in bed, breathing hard. He stared into nothing, the darkness complete. Sensation in his arm ranged from minor tingles to stabbing pains. Reaching over he discovered it wasn’t there, thus couldn’t possibly feel what it was feeling.
Wiping his hand over his face, the limb trembled. He thought he’d be sick. Hélène slept the sleep of the innocent beside him. Her mind did not roil with half-memories of war and lost family. She didn’t need to fear her own thoughts, fear the hazy recollections teasing the edges of her consciousness.
Some nights he’d wake, like now, an overwhelming desire to see England singing through his veins. He knew France could not claim his heritage, even if his French was flawless. Hélène knew his roots screamed of the British Isles; she accepted him despite such a huge flaw in his character.
He smiled at the memory of their wedding night, when she’d declared as much to him.
But now, the urge to return overwhelmed him. There were things there, people there, who knew him, would know who he was and what happened to him.
He would know the truth. Rising as carefully as possible to avoid disturbing his wife, he pulled on his breeches and moved across the small chamber. He stepped around the neglected wash basin, his feet taking him to the one window in the room. Light seeped through the crack in the shutters. He pushed them wide. Dawn bled pink across the horizon, spilling its light into the room.
The English Channel glimmered blue and green in the dawn light. Gabriel saw but didn’t see. What he saw, deep in his mind’s eye, was the same water but from a different shore.
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From chapter three...
Gertrude knew the duchess felt no love for her. A glass of wine and a loose floorboard at a well-known Society matron’s rout was all it took to alienate the grand dame. Why the hostess had chosen to go against tradition and serve wine at a rout was beyond Gertrude’s understanding. It was as if the woman wanted something outrageous like that to happen. Gertrude’s silly mistake had made all the scandal sheets, the cartoonists having a grand time lampooning her and the icy duchess in their drawings. The Duchess of Chatterton would surely never forgive her for such humiliation.
Gertrude’s gaze slid to Chatterton. She’d managed to humiliate him in quite the worst way yet he’d not avoided her, even going so far as to offer to escort her mother and her to Almack’s. Why did he not run from her the way everyone else did?
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