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389 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 28, 2013
..."You see, a peace conference is a delicate thing. Knowledge is power and leverage. Do you understand what I mean?" He could see that she did. She was clever. And beautiful -- though he tried to ignore that -- and she was Arabella Gray's granddaughter. He rattled on. "Part of our diplomatic mission here in Vienna includes doing our best to gather knowledge of what the other delegates want, so we know ahead of time how they will vote on an issue we hold dear, and if they might be convinced to change their vote if it doesn't fit ours." He waited to see if she understood.
...
He met her eyes, hoping to see understanding in their hazel depths, but she was studying her fingertips.
"I do understand your concern, my lord, and as I have said, I will be certain to knock before entering a room from now on, but you may be assured of my discretion."
His stomach fell to the cinder path. He hadn't been clear at all.
"Our letters will be intercepted and read," he said.
She smiled tentatively. "I have no one to write to, and I do not keep a diary."
"Our conversations will be monitored, reported --"
She looked around the garden in alarm, but the paths were empty, except or the nurse and baby some way off. As she turned, he noticed the way the sunlight played on her dark hair, lighting strands of gold and copper, and the delicate bones of her jaw, the muscles of her neck. She was so slender, so delicate, a lady, not a hardened spy ...
- pp. 91-92