Carcel watched his brother-in-law. He saw the sheer, unadulterated terror hiding behind Rowan's cold, commanding exterior. Carcel understood completely. When you finally found the woman who held your entire soul, the thought of her being in danger was entirely paralyzing.
"A footman arriving unannounced at the Kingsley estate will look highly suspicious," Carcel pointed out gently, playing the voice of reason. "Cole Kingsley will wonder why the Duke of Ford is sending his personal servants to a country manor."
"I do not care if it looks suspicious," Rowan countered immediately, his jaw locking tight. "I am the Duke of Ford. I can send my servants wherever I please. I will say I am sending a token of appreciation for her service to my aunt. I will say whatever is necessary."
Rowan turned sharply away from the fireplace. He walked toward the door of the bedchamber.
He called out for Mr. Simmons.
