Tossing the jacket into the mess, Brand gave in. "She has gravely wronged me, Lady Gwen."
Lady Gwen stared, her face filled with speculation. Then, "How has she wronged you?"
In the greatest manner possible.
Balfour Finlay was her father, yet she had allowed him to care for her, hold her, touch her, as he had never wanted to hold any other. His jaw tightened and he felt his hand tremble.
Stephen had been killed because of the unrighteous greed of that bastard, yet he had seen to the excellent welfare of his daughter. He was incredulous. How could he allow himself to become a traitor to Stephen's memory?
'I am still searching for her parents. As soon as they are discovered, I shall send word.'
Did it matter who her mother was? He clenched his teeth with a grimace. Whoever she was could not forgive who had sired her. And he would never forgive her cruelty.
