Chapter 38

***FITZ POV***

If these two weeks have been a taste of the future, I am destined to be thoroughly miserable. I was called to fix some damn problem with a tube in the Duke's wretched steaming cabinet and by the time I had finished she had already left.

There was a part of me that was utterly convinced that the tube was disconnected intentionally. Edmund and his increasingly snake-like disposition seeks to wound where he can. He cannot strike me but he can interfere and meddle.

Although Vanessa had abandoned Tarrick Hall before dawn had even a chance to fully rise. It only took me half an hour of loitering in the kitchens to hear what had occurred.

"The mess Sophie had to clean! Dishes everywhere!

"He did that after though, didn't he?"

"Yes she left, well ran back to her room and he started throwing plates around."

At this point my jaw clenched almost to the point of pain as I appeared to idly gather mine and Jeremiah's breakfast.

"Well I never! The Duchess running, I have never seen su