Valentine heard the news with trepidation. Diccon Leyburn had arrived in London from the north of England and meant to take her back home with him as his wife, whether or not he wanted her as a woman.
Valentine told herself it was foolish to fear that Diccon could have his way. There were far too many gentlemen in town who would do anything to stop Diccon from carrying her off.
There was Martin Wakefield, for one, her handsome, radically-minded cousin. And Lord Stowe, with his fabulous fortune and golden charm. And Lord Henry Sandcroft, a gallant, fearless soldier.
Surely any one of them was a match for Leyburn--and together they would be overwhelming, Valentine assured herself.
But Valentine had much to learn about the lord who woudl not take no for an answer...and still more to learn about herself. ...