There were no more tears left to cry.
Madelyn sat by the window overlooking the open yard and beyond to the main entrance. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap, she waited. He would pass by soon.
It had been five days since she last saw Brand. Five long, dreadful days since he discovered the truth of her deception and dismissed her harshly from his study.
Truly, she had feared his anger. She had known he would be hurt, but she had never imagined he would look at her with such utter contempt.
Her heart still broke at the thought.
The mild summer rain of the early hours had made the day cooler. The lawns glistened softly, and the gravel drive shone like silver where the weak sunlight touched it. A groom hurriedly crossed the yard towards the stables. Behind him, Philip, one of the household servants, ran out. Princeton followed closely behind him.
Madelyn straightened at once. Her heart began to pound.
