_Chapter 2: Beneath the Surface_

Charlotte's curiosity got the better of her. "Tell me, sir, who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The stranger's gaze lingered on hers before he replied, "Asher Blackwood, at your service."

His name sent a shiver down her spine. Blackwood – a name whispered in hushed tones among the ton.

"Vous êtes le fils du défunt comte," Charlotte said, testing his French. "The son of the late Earl...