Chapter 66 - Sixty Six

Chapter 66: Chapter Sixty Six

The rain fell in relentless, slanting sheets, turning the courtyard into a muddy lake. Mr. Rye, his own coat already soaked through, carefully lifted the Duke’s heavy, unconscious form. He carried Eric to the waiting carriage, his face grim with worry. Delia followed close behind, her simple dress clinging to her, her own body shivering from the cold, but her mind was entirely focused on the man in Mr. Rye’s arms.

As they got to the carriage, Rye took off his own dry coachman’s coat. "Milady, please," he said, offering it to her. "You are freezing. You must keep yourself warm."

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