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387 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 27, 2017
“I shan’t be cuckolded,” he said.These are only two examples of how Sera won't let him forget. And all the while, we hear his inner monologue of how ashamed he is of his actions, how guilty he feels, how sorry he is. But he doesn't say it. He doesn't say it here, and he doesn't say it for quite a while.
Her spine straightened. “If only I had been able to say the same.”
Shame came, hot and unpleasant.
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[About the prospective candidates, he says]
“I should like them to have proof that I have not mistreated you.”
“Mistreatment is not only external.”
Guilt slammed through him, punctuated by the memory of the sound of the carriage door slamming shut as he sent her away.
Home required more than river and rolling hills. Home required her. And so he would do this summer what he had done every moment he’d been away from London for the past two years and seven months, exactly. He would search for her.
The only woman he’d ever loved. The only woman he’d ever hated.
The same, and somehow entirely different.
Love is not enough.
There had been a time when it would have been. When he had been all she’d ever wished for. All she’d ever needed. But he’d been too blind to see that everything she’d done had been for him. For their family. For their future. And by the time he’d understood, she’d already been fixed to the firmament.
“I shall have you. I shall love you. And I shall grow old in your arms.”
Home required more than river and rolling hills. Home required her. And so he would do this summer what he had done every moment he’d been away from London for the past two years and seven months, exactly. He would search for her.
“Would you like to know why I kept the name?”
“Yes.” More than anything.
“Because doves mate for life, and I knew there would never be another for me.”
“I remember, Sera. I remember the taste of you, like sunshine and peace. I remember the feel of you, heat and silk. I remember the way you gasped, stealing my breath for yourself. Stealing me. The way you offered yourself as prize. Making me believe in you. In us. Before I fell and you triumphed.”
“I love you,” he whispered like a prayer.
A kiss.
“I need you.”
Another.
“Stay.”
“No, Angel. The sorrow is mine. The regret. I never told you how much I loved you. I never showed you how I ached to know you.
"Past is prologue, Angel. I think of it every day" ~ Malcom, Duke of Haven.
As though years had never passed, and they were here, in love, once more. ~Seraphina, Duchess of Haven
He'd ached for her years. She filled him, stifled him, stole his breath, marking his chest with her lilting, sad song, as surely as if she'd extracted a blade and carved it herself, drawing blood like a siren. ~ Malcom, Duke of Haven.
"I am yours....Shepherd, duke, rat catcher...whatever you wish"~ Seraphina, Duchess of Haven.
They never said the things that were important.