Chapter 26 Moonlit Bargains.

As the Lord Morven stepped beyond the gates of the Thornfield palace, the haughty mask he had worn before the Lord Thornfield fell away. Gone was the bold, insolent air-gone was the self-sufficient swagger. In its place stood a man haunted by dread.

For now, dishonor loomed over him like a storm cloud.

Where could he possibly secure the funds to