Chapter 90 – Evelyne POV
I watch as she walks into the room and quietly closes the door behind her.
Merin.
It's late. I told Daphne to come later—I had something to handle first. And that something is the Duke's favorite maid.
"Your Grace," she says and bows. She looks nervous. As she should be.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" I say, my tone calm, almost bored. I lean back in the high-backed chair by the hearth, legs crossed.
She doesn't respond.
I sigh.
"There isn't a place in this castle I do not have eyes in," I say, swirling the wine in my goblet. "I know you're pregnant."
She flinches. Her eyes drop to the floor like she's hoping it will swallow her.
This is a headache I didn't ask for. That ridiculous tonic the Marquis gave the Duke has proven far too effective. It did what it promised. Far too well.
I'd rather be wrapped in Daphne's arms right now. I will be—soon. First, I must deal with this nuisance.
