I had thought I should have to satisfy it by caring for the poor, orphaned Sally Eddingtons of the world.
Once that small enclosed world would have been more than enough. And then Ian Sinclair had given her a glimpse of another.
Not the glittering artificial world of London society. She would turn her back on that with as much satisfaction as the General had found in turning his to her. It was the other possibilities that falling in love with Ian had created that she would grieve for. Possibilities that she had grieved for throughout the long night that had just passed.
Because even her ability to fantasize did not extend to believing the man her father had injured and betrayed would ever would ever return her love. Even the man she knew Ian Sinclair to be could not find that much forgiveness in his heart. Nor, in all fairness, should he be asked to try.
