“You shan’t refuse.” “Why not?” she asked, uncertainty flaring, though she’d be damned if she’d show it. “Because if you want a divorce, you will require my assistance to get it.” Her heart began to pound. Would he give it to her? The divorce? The freedom? Could it be so simple? Excitement flared. And triumph. And something else, something she did not wish to think on. Instead, she waved an arm in an exaggerated flourish. “By all means, Your Grace. Lead the way.”
