My Plain Jane (The Lady Janies, #2)

by Cynthia Hand

Even when she was committing murder, she was thinking of others.

She threw the door open, propriety be darned. But right before she did, she made sure her nightgown was buttoned all the way up, because propriety shouldn’t be totally darned.

“So we’re agreed, then?” Jane squeezed her hand. “We’re agreed. I will tell you no again in three days.”