“You tell me.”
With a breath that shook from the force of her fury, Theodosia brushed past him, refusing to shrink beneath his accusations. “I’ve had quite enough stupidity for one day. I can only hope you regain some sense by tomorrow.”
“Likewise, Miss Theodosia,” he called after her.
She didn’t look back. Every step up the stairs felt like a strike against her pride. Her hands trembled at her sides, her heart pounded in her chest, not just from anger—but from heartbreak. How could he believe the worst of her? After everything they had shared? After the growing trust, the subtle warmth, the stolen moments?
It hurt more than she could admit, even to herself.
But she would make him understand.
And once she did… she would leave.
Leave him.
Leave all of it behind.
