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“Lady Fairfax.” So cold, so formal. Had she ever heard his voice sound otherwise? “This is not what it seems, my lord,” she insisted. “I swear I am innocent.” St. John cut his gaze away. Forgetting the state of her gown, Sarah took a step toward him. Her slipper caught the hem and jerked the neckline even lower. “Innocent?” Lord Estley’s eyes—ice-blue, like his son’s, and capable of freezing the object of their stare with a single glance— darted over her rumpled skirts and gaping bodice. “Not precisely the word I would have chosen.” Sarah felt a traitorous blush stain her cheeks. Just then, Miss Harrington whispered something in the Marchioness of Estley’s ear. That lady’s eyes grew wider still, and she gave a soft, shrill sort of scream. “My sapphires!” Sarah swept her hand across her throat, expecting to brush against the heavy, old-fashioned collar of gems her father-in-law had placed on her neck earlier that evening, proof to the dazzling assemblage of titles to which he had been about to introduce her that this merchant’s daughter was now one of their own. “Presented to my ancestor by Queen Elizabeth herself,” Lord Estley had said proudly, drawing her attention to a portrait of a man in doublet and hose, posed with one foot on a globe and a cache of blue gems spilling from his hand. “Only a Sutliffe lady wears these jewels.” Sarah’s icy fingertips encountered nothing but an expanse of gooseflesh. “Those sapphires have been in my family for eight generations. Where are they?” Try as she might, she could not remember when she had felt the gems last. “I d-don’t . . .” she stammered, shaking her head. “That necklace is not something one could simply lose, like a—a handkerchief, or a hairpin, for God’s sake,” Lord Estley ground out. “No matter the distraction.” He flicked a disparaging glance toward Captain Brice, who stepped nimbly away from her, merging into the crowd of her accusers. “I say! Come to think of it, she wasn’t wearing them when I found her—trembling like anything, she was. Said she had to get away . . .”

To Kiss A Thief by Susanna Craig  

Sarah Pevensey had hoped her arranged marriage to St. John Sutliffe, Viscount Fairfax, could become something more. But almost before it beg...

To Kiss A Thief by Susanna Craig  

Sarah Pevensey had hoped her arranged marriage to St. John Sutliffe, Viscount Fairfax, could become something more. But almost before it beg...

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