A Lady for a Duke

by Alexis Hall

But he could go back to Viola now. Find her. Fight for her. For all that he was weary and broken, and less than a man, he could do that.

She’d folded the word up inside her memories like a piece of old lace,

Because that was the truth of trust. It was neither weak nor fleeting. It was steel and fire. And would endure as long as you let it.