He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each of them, right at the base, where she would wear a ring. Where she currently wasn’t wearing a ring. Where, in a flash of terrifying imagination, he saw her wearing his ring.
All his life his uncle had insulted him. He‘d called him names—some fair; most not. Sebastian had brushed it off because that was his way. But when Newbury had insulted Annabel…That could not be borne.
―I know I‘m not a—what he called me," Annabel said softly, placing her hand on his arm. ―And I know you know it, too. That is all that matters to me."But Sebastian wanted revenge. He couldn‘t help it. It was petty and it was childish, but he wanted his uncle to hurt . He wanted him humiliated. And it just so happened that this objective was in complete accord with the only other goal in his life, which was to make Annabel Winslow his wife.―I withdraw my challenge," he said loudly.
There was a collective exhale. The room, it seemed, had tensed and tightened, every shoulder drawn up to the ears, every set of eyes wide and worried.Lord Newbury, still standing in the doorway leading out to the corridor, narrowed his eyes.
Sebastian wasted no time. Taking Annabel‘s hand, he dropped to one knee.
―Oh my goodness!" someone gasped. Someone else said Newbury‘s name, maybe to prevent him from leaving again.Not to mention that she had to do everything in total silence. It would be a disaster if her captor came back and found her anywhere but on the bed, right where he’d left her. Very carefully, and very slowly, she swung her legs off the bed, inching her way toward the edge until her feet touched the floor. Keeping her movements similarly controlled, she was able to maneuver herself to a standing position, and then, by leaning on various pieces of furniture, she made her way toward the window.
The window. Why did the window seem so familiar?Probably because it was a window, she told herself impatiently. They weren’t exactly replete with unique architectural detail.
When she reached her destination, she leaned carefully forward, trying to push the curtains aside with her face. She started with her cheek, then, once she had them pushed a bit to the side, she rolled her face forward, trying to hook the edge of the curtains with her nose. It took her four tries, but eventually she managed it, even jabbing her shoulder forward to block the curtains from falling back into place.Resting her head against the glass, she saw…nothing. Just the fog from her breath. She moved her head to the side again, using her cheek to rub the mist away. When she faced front again, she held her breath.