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Derry looked between them. “Who was here?”
She scowled at him. “It doesn’t matter; this is my choice.”
“If he loves you, no matter what is revealed, he won’t care.”
Her heart ached because she knew what Devons said was true. Caleb would stand with her no matter what. She couldn’t allow him to do that. Celeste didn’t doubt that the Dowager Lady Burrows would follow through with her threat. She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“What are we to tell him if he shows up?” Derry asked.
“That I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Devons’ eyes widened. “Where will you go?”
Celeste turned to Derry and said, “I was hoping I could go to Derry Hall.”
He nodded. “Sophia is there. She will make sure you are settled.”
“My letter will be sent to Haven tomorrow. He will likely come here right away.”
“Celeste, tell Haven.”
She shook her head and stood. “It is best this way. I plan to depart today.”
Chapter 13
Caleb strode into the empty Den. It was early afternoon, and no one was there yet. The butler looked startled to see him.
“I need to see Miss Hathaway.”
Her letter burned in his pocket. She’d ended their relationship, and Caleb had no idea why. Something made her change her mind. He didn’t know what it was, but he planned to find out. He wouldn’t walk away. Caleb loved her too much.
Fear tried to creep its way into his heart that she might not care for him as much, but he refused to allow it. Caleb didn’t doubt his feelings for Celeste or hers for him.
The butler bowed and said, “Miss Hathaway is gone.”
“Where is she?”
“My lord, she—”
“Donahue, Derry and I will speak with Lord Haven,” Devons said from the second-floor balcony.
He motioned to Caleb to join them. He raced up the grand staircase that led to the offices. Derry had the door open for him before he reached it. Devons nodded a greeting and said, “Have a seat, Haven.”
“Where is she?” Caleb asked as he sat.
Neither of the men answered him, and fury surged in Caleb. He wanted to see Celeste. Whatever happened, he could fix it. Devons eyed him. “Do you love her?”
“Yes,” he snapped.
Devons nodded. “Have you ever spoken with her about her family?”
He hated that they were interrogating him, but he suspected these two were the only ones who could help him find Celeste. “I know her father is likely a lord, but I wanted her to tell me everything in her own time.”
Derry sighed and poured them all glasses of brandy. Devons glanced at Derry. “It isn’t our story to tell.”
“There is nothing you can tell me that will change my love for Celeste. Nothing.”
The men nodded, and then Devons said, “Lord Burrows is Celeste’s father.”
