The heavy wheels of Lord Hawksley's carriage crunched loudly against the gravel of the Farrington estate. The grand manor loomed ahead.
Lord Hawksley stepped out of his carriage. The air was crisp and carried a sharp chill, but he was sweating beneath his thick woolen coat. He pulled a white linen handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his damp forehead.
His mind was a swirling mess of panic. He had seen the Duke's doctor rushing up the stairs, but that was not the thing that terrified him. He had seen Delaney Kingsley. Arthur's daughter. The girl he had been looking for, was living right under the nose of one of the most powerful Duke in London.
