Two months later.

Audrey's coach stopped in front of St. George's, and she held her breath. A flutter of nerves made her place one hand over her stomach. She'd kept her bodice loose and hadn't worn any stays beneath her gown in order to give her room to breathe without her wound being rubbed too much. She wasn't as fashionable looking as she'd hoped to be on her wedding day, but at least she was alive and finally marrying Jonathan.

"You ready?" Cedric asked as he helped ...