"You look… delectable, Your Grace."
As soon as my words reached my ear, I bit my tongue in surprise. What did I say just now? His expression told me 'don't change the subject'. Good gracious.
"My lady, will you be honest with me if I asked you a question?" he asked with his eyes digging a hole right through my eye.
"I'm not sick, Your Grace."
"Lying will not help you or me." His eyes darkened as the temperature inside the carriage dropped.
'I'm not lying...' were the words I failed to say as I pressed my lips together. What should I tell him? He could call off this engagement if he knew I might die; I couldn't let that happen.
I might truly die if I stayed in the Ross Estate, after all.
I unconsciously clasped my skirt while staring intently at him. Anything I would say from now on would determine my future.
