Firelight (Darkest London, #1)

by Kristen Callihan

“On last accounting, I am worth fifty-two million dollars.”

Oh he rich rich

“Yes.” He moved to touch his brow, but finding the mask upon his face, flung his hand down. “It is too formal. You are my wife, not an acquaintance. Husbands and wives are partners in life, are they not? The one person who will support you when all hope seems lost.” He blinked suddenly, as though he hadn’t meant to speak such things aloud, then straightened his spine. “Or so one hears.”