His last maid went missing and it’s clear what the help think. Her charitable employer, a murderer? But, what else is she to think when Damien has her in his study, drawing up diagrams of human organs so fresh they’re still bloody?! Has the man no shame?
Small and skittish to the point of jumping at her own shadow, Darcie’s not sure what to make of him but she refuses to believe it… Or is it only that she hopes him incapable, being the only to invoke such powerful and relentless feelings inside of her?
The man in question is no help where discovering is concerned, paying strange men to bring him body-sized treasure chests, in the dead of night.
‘A wolf in sheep’s clothing’, he once remarked softly to Darcie, though whether he spoke of himself or her remained unclear. What was clear was the attraction. Like a magnet, she cannot seem to keep away.
Tell me, fellow Word Scholar, can you? Or will curiosity, as with Darcie before you, lead you to…
