Delaney looked at the flustered young maid, her voice completely calm despite the beating of her heart.
"Thank you, Sarah," Delaney said gently. "You may go."
Sarah nodded her head rapidly, her cheeks still burning a bright pink. She quickly stepped back into the hallway and pulled the door tightly shut, leaving the Duke and the matchmaker alone once more.
The moment the door clicked shut, the warm air in the room turned to ice.
Rowan sat right on the edge of the mattress, ignoring the sharp, pulling pain in his head. His eyes were hard, calculating, and entirely furious.
"What is he doing here?" Rowan demanded. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that completely filled the quiet room.
Delaney took a deep, steadying breath. She smoothed the dark fabric of her traveling dress with her hands. She did not look frightened. Instead, a cold, hard resolve settled over her features.
Delaney replied, her tone completely factual. "To take me back, obviously."
