Nights In Black Lace (25 page)

She reached out and stroked Prudence's arm as her friend turned red-rimmed eyes to her and asked, “Do I look awful? I have to dance with Lord Wynsome next.”

“You look fine.” But a chill washed over Grace as she watched Prudence stroll away. Prudence's movements were controlled, precise, and lovely, belying her emotional outburst. If her illegitimate half brother had murdered the man she loved, how could he have dared walk into the house?

And even after hearing what a beast he was, she still ached between her legs. She was still flushed and anxious with desire.

She was supposed to meet Lord Wesley at midnight…After feeling all that mad, delirious passion and hunger and need.

She couldn't bear to stand in this crowded, overheated ballroom one moment longer. She needed to escape.