C175 The Secret Passage of the Archduchess

Melanie swiftly penned the letter.

Resolved, she planned to mail it tomorrow, then wander the streets to clear her mind.

Alone.

Doyle, freshly washed, lay in bed.

The bedding was new, devoid of any scent. Yet, the mere thought of Susanna's tranquil slumber on this bed quickened his pulse.

He touched his face, noting a faint warmth.

Truth be told, it wasn't Susanna he opposed