Half a Soul (Regency Faerie Tales, #1)

by Olivia Atwater

She had little effort to spare for making unpleasant men more comfortable.

“What are you doing, you mad little twit?”

“You cannot have thought of Lady Cushing’s ball,” she said sceptically. “I did not,” Elias said. “I thought of you, Dora. But you are here, and so here I am.”

“One does not simply say let us go and get married, if you are amenable.” “But you did say that.” Dora beamed gently at him. “And I was amenable. I still am.”