Felicity thought briefly of her mother. How much silver would she give to take away the unhappiness of her life? How much gold would she give if she could have but another moment in her mother’s arms? And yet Edward thought her so free of human emotion.
In her silence, Edward carried on. ‘Besides, even if my evidence against you was weak, if the swindle couldn’t be proven, there were many others in London who would’ve testified against you. Oh yes, I investigated your background. You’ve been thieving since you were but a girl … you were quite infamous for your light fingers before you became famous for your gambling.’
Though the fire was warm, Felicity felt her body go cold. Perhaps Edward did mean to drag her before the courts, even after all these years. He’d been a powerful man when she’d first known him, with his shipping empire and self-made fortune. Now that he was an earl; his power was magnified ten-fold. He could claim that she’d stolen the shoe leather from his boots and every judge in the country would see her hang, happy to see justice served.
‘What do you want?’ she asked again, wearily.
He looked at her sharply. ‘You,’ he said. ‘My dear Mrs Fox, I want you.’
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