Three long nights had passed since the terrible carriage accident.
Inside the master bedchamber of Hamilton House, the air was warm and completely still. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight against the dark London sky. The only source of light came from the low, glowing embers in the marble fireplace and a single oil lamp resting on the bedside table.
Delaney kept watch on Rowan.
She sat in a chair pulled right to the very edge of his large mattress. She looked incredibly exhausted. Dark, heavy shadows rested beneath her beautiful hazel eyes. She wore a plain, dark blue dress, and her hair was tied back in a loose ribbon.
For three days and three nights, she had barely left this chair. Aunt Margery and Ines had tried multiple times to send her to her own bed to rest. They had offered to sit with him, and the paid nurses had offered to take over the night watch. But Delaney had politely and firmly refused them all.
