"I believed him," Samira said with a sad, self-deprecating smile that said she understood now that it had all been a lie. "I'll be twenty next year, and I should have known better, but I believed him. The Marquis of Lothian March was telling me I could help make sure that Lady Ashlynn's killers were brought to justice and become a Dame for doing it."
"I thought it was a fairy story," she said as one hand gently stroked her belly in a gesture that had become increasingly comforting since she escaped the Summer Villa. "I thought I was the lucky one."
