Rosamund.
My eyes widened with shock as I stared at Julian.
The question hung in the air like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples in every direction. Why would he ask me if I wanted to destroy the Duke? Not investigate, expose or destroy him.
"Why would you ask me that?" I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "I don't like Nevan, yes, but I wouldn't want to destroy him."
Julian held up a hand. "That's not what I mean," he said with a sigh. "I'm saying that sharing information about the nature of your marriage so freely is dangerous. If the wrong person heard that your union with the Duke was arranged under false pretences, that it was never real, it would raise questions, put him at risk of incurring the wrath of the Crown, and you're not prepared to answer the questions that would be asked. You need to be more careful."
