Delaney walked over to the large window that overlooked the back gardens. She sat down on the soft, cushioned window seat. Her hands were actually trembling as she looked down at the letter.
She slid her thumbnail under the flap and broke the red seal with a sharp snap.
She pulled out a single sheet of expensive parchment. The handwriting was bold, strong, and elegant. It was Rowan's handwriting.
She took a deep breath and began to read.
My Dearest...
He started.
Delaney stopped reading immediately. She gasped softly. A sudden, bright flush of heat completely covered her pale face.
"Who is he calling his dearest?" she said aloud to the empty room. Her cheeks were burning a brilliant, fiery red.
