“What does that mean?” Malcolm’s question came harsh and quick. Sera did not have time to elaborate when a dark head popped up above the carriage door, followed by wide shoulders in a perfectly tailored navy blue coat. Those assembled seemed to hold their breath at the appearance of this brash intruder. What was he doing here? “Ding-dong,” said Sesily, at which point Sera was fairly certain she heard Haven growl. This was not the plan. Something had gone wrong. “That had better not be—” Haven left the sentence unfinished when the man turned, revealing a face battered and bruised with what Sera
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