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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

I wanted to tell him I was sorry. I was doing this for us. So I could stay, so I could be near him. I was doing this because of him. There was more to this than met the eye. I’d stolen something priceless and I had to give it back. He would understand that. He’d instilled me with that value, one my mother conveniently left out.

In the end I looked away.

I tied the final lace, and Grayson pulled his foot back so quickly I nearly stumbled.

“Woodsy?” Grayson asked when he realized my uncle was still there.

Ever the composed one, my uncle straightened his spine and turned from me to Gray. “Mr. Grayson, I will finish my job tomorrow.”

“Sure, whatever.”

A spark of surprise shocked my spine. Sure, whatever to a servant who’d basically just said he didn’t feel like cleaning. I knew they had a unique relationship, but if I ever said that to Abigail, I’d be kicked out faster than I could blink.

I listened to my uncle’s retreating footsteps as nausea grew like a weighted balloon inside me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d depended on the hope I could keep my shame internal and secret until now.

I couldn’t do this.

I couldn’t fucking do it.

What was I thinking?

Grayson gripped my chin. “Do you know what today is?”

“T-The Swan Swell,” I stammered.

“Time to test that big ear of yours.”

Seven

STORY

All my years at Crowne Point I’d never been to a Swan Swell party at the Hall. It happened every year and was one of their more extravagant events. A little-known dirty secret: while we have a native swan population, more beautiful swans were imported to swim in the fountains, and silver and white glitter was brushed on their feathers so they shimmered in the air. Women spent the whole year designing their bespoke feathered white dresses.

And everyone looked bored.

At least, those surrounding Grayson Crowne.

“Let’s go, Gray.” A girl with heavy lashes and heavier lips wove her arm around Grayson’s batting her eyelashes.

“I called dibs tonight.” Another girl wove her arm around his free one.

Grayson shook them both off without a word or glance, reaching into his back pocket for a cigarette. Still, they lingered at his side, watching him with gleaming eyes. They all did. Grayson had a quorum of people who hung on his every movement, just waiting for an order.

I recognized them, the way I recognized all Grayson’s friends who visited the Hall, but I wasn’t certain of their names, couldn’t match them to faces. They were all beautiful, made to be on magazines and in movies.