A sudden wave of fear engulfed her. She had unwittingly drawn his attention—rejected his proposal, exposed his secrets, and played a role in his downfall.
What would he do if he found out?
The Duke continued, unaware of her growing dread.
‘We know that both brothers were out of town when Gibbs was killed. I asked around but could not determine where they had gone. Also, according to the Bow Street Runners who were tailing him, Edward has a habit of frequenting the very brothel from which we rescued those girls.’
Grace stiffened.
‘Not only that,’ he added, ‘but Mr Smith has written back. He confirmed that Edward was in close liaison with my father, and he is certain that it was Edward who recommended the purchase of the Skye Estate.’
He paused.
‘All of this was circumstantial—until now. The watch places him at the scene of the murder. Thank you, Miss Skye. You have found the last piece of the puzzle.’
He turned towards the door, clearly intending to dismiss her.
Grace hesitated.
He wanted her gone.
The realisation stung more than she cared to admit.
‘Get some rest,’ he said, reaching for the handle. ‘We have a long day ahead of us.’
She took a step towards the door, her heart heavy.
Then—
‘Miss Skye,’ he said softly.
She turned.
‘Yes?’
For a moment, he simply looked at her, as though trying to decipher her thoughts. His expression twisted with something unreadable—anguish, hesitation... regret?
He parted his lips as if to speak, then seemed to think better of it.
‘Never mind,’ he said at last.
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
‘I shall speak with you once this ordeal has come to an end.’
There was a quiet determination in his voice.
‘Very soon,’ he murmured, his gaze dark and unreadable. His fingers flexed at his sides, as though fighting the urge to reach for her. ‘And then...’ He exhaled. ‘This will all be over.’
Chapter 24
The next day, Lord Edward and Lord Harry arrived for their morning visit. However, no sooner had they stepped inside than the Bow Street Runners, led by the Duke, were already waiting. The entire household was taken by surprise at their sudden intrusion, and confusion spread as Lord Edward was confronted.
‘You are under arrest, sir, for smuggling, kidnapping, and murder,’ announced the Bow Street Runner whom Grace recognised from the night they had rescued the girls.
‘How dare you! Do you know who I am? What on earth are you talking about, man?’ Edward growled as the officer attempted to restrain him.
Lord Edward stumbled back,his breath coming in sharp bursts. His eyes darted around the room,searching urgently for someone—anyone—to speak in his defence.
