Tutoring Miss Molly by Armstrong Lyn

Author:Armstrong, Lyn [Armstrong, Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781607352914
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC
Published: 2011-04-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Muted sunrays filtered into the room and a gentle, warm breeze swayed the ivory bed curtains, stirring Molly awake. Her eyelashes flittered open and she raised her arms, stretching her sleepy muscles. The smile on her face faded when memories of last night invaded her morning.

Warm oozing blood.

Devlin’s blood had been all over her.

She inspected her hands but they were clean. Even her nightgown smelled sweet, mocking her into thinking it was all a nightmare. But she knew better.

Someone had tried to kill Devlin!

Or was it her they tried to murder?

The arrow just missed her before finding a mark in Devlin’s shoulder. Was it just a hunting accident? Who would stalk around in the shadows and hunt at nighttime?

Shaking her head, she tried to clear it. She must dress and go to Devlin.

Opening her wardrobe, Molly sighed with frustration. What dress could she wear that did not involve another person to help? How did ladies constantly rely on a maid to simply dress? Pulling out a blue riding habit, Molly quickly changed. It was not exactly fashionable for morning attire, but she was in a hurry.

She knocked on the door opposite to her room. It opened with a whoosh. The duke blocked the entrance, his face held a shadow of a beard, his square jaw line visibly tense.

“Your Grace,” Molly curtsied. “How is your son?”

“He will live,” the duke sharply answered.

“May—may I see him?”

“He is resting, and is in no need of your company.” He stepped out into the hallway, causing Molly to retreat backward.

“I can see to his needs, Your Grace.”

“Lady Audrey is with him and quite capable of handling the needs of my son.”

“I see.” Molly glanced down at her hands.

The duke’s voice softened, “Look, why don’t you go downstairs to breakfast. My son is in good hands.”

Nodding, Molly replied, “Yes, I suppose he is.”

“Kenneth, my boy!” The duke called down the hallway. “Escort Miss Molly to the dining room.”

Kenneth’s grin lit up his eyes. “It will be an honor.”

Molly smiled weakly and entwined her arm within his elbow.

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