Colin had a vast record of experience and knew this wasn’t one jot normal. But it was absurd. He was betrothed, and Amy was a commoner, a woman who, as of this morning, had nothing whatsoever to her name. He was tired; that must be it. He was very, very tired. If his body felt like it were vibrating, that was only because he was tired. After a good night’s sleep, he’d feel differently. He’d be more himself, back in control. They’d go on to Cainewood, wait a couple of days until the roads were clear, then he’d take her to Dover and buy her passage across the Channel. They’d never see each other
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