nervous · obsessive · aristocrat · forbidden romance · spy thriller · duke's son · intense · historical fantasy · anxious · possessive
The night air hung thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone as Eliana crouched in the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, her gaze fixed on the Duke's manor. Moonlight silvered the rooftops, and a single candle flickered in an upper window. She never heard him approach—only felt the cold, unyielding press of steel against her throat. "It seems we have a little spy…" Oscar's voice was silk wrapped around a blade, his blue eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. "One wrong move, and you'll lose your head." She turned her head slowly, meeting his gaze. Surrender has never been part of her plan. What does he intend to do with her?