Earl of Dracumont III (The Earl of Dracumont Book 3)

Ronan sat in the chair with some book he had found, turning a page as if nothing in the world had ever tried to crawl through a window and murder them. “Good morning, lord.” Ronan did not look up. The carriage jerked, and the driver snapped the reins with a curse bitten short before it became a word. Al had begun this sure of them, and felt his certainty begin to falter. “Lord. The sun had risen when they finally reached the rear of the estate, and they stopped at a heavy metal door.