"Are you still my girl?" There's a visible stutter in her movements as she turns those gray eyes onto me. I know it's a selfish question. I don't even have the right to ask, let alone know. But she still releases a breath, asking, "Are you going to come back?" "Yes," I answer, firm and sure. She shrugs, turning away. "If you're a Duke, then I'll be your Duchess." It's not the answer I want, but I hear the message, loud and clear. If I want her, I'll have to win her. Luckily, winning is what I do.
