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... It looked like guilt.
Rowan stared at him. "Good God, man," he said, truly alarmed now. He signaled a footman, his voice sharp. "Clean this up. And bring the Duke... a cup of tea and water. He is clearly not himself."
Carcel didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His throat was tight. He was frozen. She’s coming. She’s coming down. He felt a desperate, primal, and utterly cowardly urge to flee. He wanted to run from this table, from this house, to get on his horse and ride until his lungs b ...
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