![]() ![]() She’d always loved the green of his eyes, as warm and welcoming as a summer meadow. However, God had been slightly merciful, because his eye had not been damaged, nor much of the skin around it, he even had part of his eyebrow. The skin was pulled so taut, surely it must hurt to talk or eat. As he swung round to greet her, she glimpsed his puckered cheek. Lord Markham had let his hair grow longer than was fashionable and allowed it to hang about his face, probably in an attempt to hide the worst of his scars. His once sensual lips appeared to curl at the corner as if he were permanently sneering. ![]() He was badly burned over the right side of his face. She couldn’t miss his scars, and saw that life had hurt him, marked him. Instead, she found a man whose love for life seemed as snuffed out as last night’s candle. Gone was the fun-loving, handsome, and jovial rake she remembered spying on in her youth. ![]() Sarah Cooper, although ushered into Lord Markham’s study by invitation, immediately felt the waves of animosity rolling off him. ![]()
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