Raelynn wanted nothing more than to make a quick exit, but the murderous intensity of Christian’s glare clung to her like a shadow, searing into her as though daring her to falter. Both their minds echoed with memories of her fiery words the day their divorce was finalized—a bitter refrain neither could ignore.

The air grew stifling with the awkwardness between them, the tension palpable.

Not until they reached Sir Lawrence’s bedroom did Lydia seize the chance ...