“Don’t scare them off.” “My sisters?” she asked, all innocence. “They don’t scare easily.” “You know precisely whom I mean. If anyone can terrify a group of debutantes, it’s you lot.” “They don’t call us the Dangerous Daughters for nothing, Your Grace.” He did not laugh, and she realized the retort was not funny. Not for him. Not for her, either. Not when he turned back, time stretching with impressive weight, and said, “You never came with things.” She stilled. She hadn’t come with things. Not with a trousseau, or a maid, or anything, really. None of those things mattered when she married
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