“He came to me, because he wanted the reminder that you are not for him.” The words stung like a blow, hard and wicked. Lily refused to show it. She straightened, willing herself strong. “If he came to you, Peg, then I assure you, I am not for him.” “Good girl,” she thought she heard one of the Talbot sisters say. Surprise warred with anger on the countess’s face, there, then gone, disappeared by that cool mask. “Poor Lovely Lily. Don’t you see? Alec is not built for a lifetime, but instead best used for one night.”
