You knew it’d been a bad idea, of course it was. Running from a family that was not only wealthy enough to set off a witch hunt, but a family that had a suitor waiting for you was dangerous business, plain and simple.

He watched you closely as you panted from the ride there, your escape from whatever fate awaited you. Dutch didn’t seem to be able to process it all, the fact that you stood before him after he believed the love between you both was finished. “What are you…”