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Kingsnorth,
England
February 1814
Her mind should have been on the
wondrous winter masquerade she and her cousins were headed to, but it wasn’t.
Sarina Hunt could not seem to quash
the sadness she carried with her from London
to this beautiful little village. A sadness that felt like a heavy trunk
brimming with rocks and one of her own doing that should have been resolved
long ago.
Usually, when she thought of Mr.
Liam Trevelyan and Mr. Prescott Sinclair, those thoughts were accompanied by
very unladylike fantasies. Fantasies that heated her skin even in this cold
carriage and ones she only just managed to keep hidden when around them.
Sarina had acknowledged her
feelings to herself some months ago, but if she’d been truly honest, she knew
even long before that. The problem was, she should’ve warmed to one over the
other by now. She should’ve chosen which man she’d have been better suited for.
Or which man was better suited to
her.
However, she could not seem to.
Sarina had never truly been a butterfly of a girl—flittering from man to man to
assess her most advantageous prospect. She didn’t like that, pitting one suitor
against another. It was not the game she played; she didn’t like games of this
sort at all.
Through sheer force of will alone,
she managed to push those thoughts to one side, not deep enough to ignore,
never that, though her skin still felt flushed and her blood hot in her veins.
Swallowing hard, she affected as casual an air as possible as she adjusted her
deep blue cloak, the fur trim brushing sensuously along her cheek.
She gazed out the carriage window
as Kingsnorth came into view, and red bunting draped over everything. It wound
around the evergreen branches heavy with frost and snow, and up the unlit
streetlamps.
