SECRETS AND CROWNS

Every time she looks away, she looks back. Lady Clarissa of Cornwall was raised to marry well and want nothing. Johnathan Blackwood is the man the room warns her from — close enough to ruin a reputation, far enough that her hands ache. They do not fall. They circle. A dance. A storm. A door that should have stayed shut. Duty says wait. Blood says his name. What waits beyond the chapel is only a shadow. The heat is now