"But that Marquis.." he shook his head and held her hands in a firm but delicate grip so that his calloused hands would not hurt her soft skin.
He opened the door under the provoking gaze of the man and entered the hall. He had entered the party through the balcony. When Ember had brought the letter for him, he was livid.
He knew that Harold had not invited Diana for a chat. But how could the count be such a fool to put his daughter into danger just for earning a few coins.
As the door opened, his eyes met Harold. He was sitting on a large table with many men around him. But his eyes were on Cotlin and something dark flashed in his eyes. His smirk grew deep but he did not stand up.
Other nobles around him kept talking while Cotlin held Diana's hands tightly. He walked to an empty table when she frowned.
