“Lord Kentwood?” she gasped.
The evil glint of his eyes, and the overpowering stench of alcohol, warned her that things were not going as planned.
“Ah, Miss Featherstone. Your timing couldn’t be more impeccable.”
“Wh – what are you doing here?”
“I should askyouthat question.”
She wasn’t about to tell him. However, she was certain he’d heard her calling out Collin’s name. “But... I asked first.”
He chuckled. “If you must know, my main purpose is to save my friend from a fate worse than death.” His fingers tightened around her upper arms. “Hanover doesnotwant to be trapped into any kind of marriage, which is why I’m here. And I plan to make certain he gets his wish.”
“What are you talking about?” Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as dread filled her.
“Do you think Hanover is a simpleton, Miss Featherstone? I assure you, neither of us are, and we saw your plan when we first met your family.” He shook his head. “Rest assured, we will not let you win.”
“What... are you going to do?” After the words were out, she realized she already knew the answer.
As he dragged her toward the bed, tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision. He was stronger than she’d anticipated for someone so inebriated. For the first time since she met the lords, she prayed her plans would not turn out. Being caught with Lord Kentwood would be worse than living in hell!
