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Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin his inheritance. All the ton agreed:

Clair was fit and strong and gave the appearance of a man two decades younger than his fifty-odd years. Gareth felt his teeth grinding. Gareth swallowed. And if he took some satisfaction in making the old man as miserable as the old man made him, well, so be it. Gareth blinked in confusion. Not really. He poked, he prodded, he added a touch of insolence to his every statement and action, but he had never behaved with out and out defiance.

In his dreams, he fought back. In his dreams, he told his father exactly what he thought of him, but in reality, his defiance was limited to whistles and sullen looks. You so rarely do. His father stood and walked to a nearby table where he kept a decanter of whisky.

The baron took an appreciative sip of his whisky, leaving Gareth waiting while he visibly savored the amber liquid. Clair family. His father took another drink, then set his glass down.

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Gareth grabbed the back of a chair to keep from swerving. Far too young to marry. And what about Cambridge? Could he even attend as a married man? And where would he put his wife? Lord St.

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You have been educated as a gentleman. You have been given a horse, clothing, and a roof over your head. Now it is time you behaved like a man. The agreements have been signed. Gareth fought for air. Surely a man could not be forced into marriage. Not in this day and age. He chuckled. Do you understand?

Gareth said nothing. It was all he could manage just to breathe. She was like a child. It had to be a sin. How could she possibly understand what was meant to transpire between them as man and wife?

Gareth just stared at his father, words failing him. For the first time in his life, he had no easy reply, no flip retort.

You know that. It would be a sin.

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The baron chuckled, breaking the tension as he turned swiftly away. God knows he has to be, trying to unload an idiot. Clair said. His father let out one short chuckle. Gareth stood there, trying to force his breathing into something that felt remotely even and normal. His father knew how much it meant to him to attend Cambridge. It was the one thing upon which the two of them agreed: Clair saw it merely as something a man had to do to keep up appearances.

It had been decided upon for years—Gareth would attend and receive his degree. But now it seemed that Lord St. When had he planned to tell him? As Gareth was packing his bags? Was this how much his father hated him? How little he thought of him?

He looked up at his father, at the face that had brought him so much unhappiness. There had never been a smile, never an encouraging word. Never a—.

His father said nothing, just stood there, gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles grew white. How could you do this to your own son? And then his father, who was the master of the cutting retort, whose anger always came dressed in ice rather than fire, exploded.

His hands flew from the table, and his voice roared through the room like a demon. You are not my son! You have never been my son! You are nothing but a by-blow, some mangy whelp your mother got off another man while I was away. Rage poured forth from like some hot, desperate thing, too long held captive and repressed. It hit Gareth like a wave, swirling around him, squeezing and choking until he could barely breathe.

He looked like his father. I have supported you when another man would have tossed you into the street, and it is well past time that you returned the favor. For a moment Lord St. Clair remained silent. But I did not. He felt changed. This was the end, he realized. The end of his childhood, the end of his innocence, and the beginning of—.

Or perhaps the year before that. The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

Hyacinth let out another sigh, this one louder than the last. Hyacinth glanced at her sideways.

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Hyacinth laughed. You have to love me. Penelope looked at her and then laughed. Another year, another Smythe-Smith musicale. Another opportunity to learn just how many ways one could ruin a perfectly good piece of music.

Felicity, Eloise, and I were all up front. Hyacinth shrugged. Lady D narrowed her eyes and poked Penelope lightly in the ankle with her cane. Hyacinth obediently moved one chair to the left. Lady Danbury turned back to Hyacinth, her face creasing into what might have been a smile. Hyacinth judged it best not to speak. Lady D would surely find some way to twist her words into a promise to visit every afternoon.

Miss Butterworth has already hung from a building and a tree. No one understood why Hyacinth visited Lady Danbury every Tuesday and read to her, but she enjoyed her afternoons with the countess.

Lady Danbury was crotchety and honest to a fault, and Hyacinth adored her. Bridgerton when you are opining in a grand fashion? Hyacinth grinned. When she was old, she wanted to be exactly like Lady Danbury. Truth be told, she liked the elderly countess better than most of the people she knew her own age. After three seasons on the marriage mart, Hyacinth was growing just a little bit weary of the same people day after day. What had once been exhilarating—the balls, the parties, the suitors—well, it was still enjoyable—that much she had to concede.

She no longer held her breath each time she entered a ballroom. And a dance was now simply a dance, no longer the magical swirl of movement it had been in years gone past. Unfortunately, every time she mentioned this to her mother, the reply was simply to find herself a husband. That, Violet Bridgerton took great pains to point out, would change everything.

It had, Hyacinth thought grimly, turned into a personal crusade. Forget Joan of Arc. Her mother was Violet of Mayfair, and neither plague nor pestilence nor perfidious paramour would stop her in her quest to see all eight of her children happily married.

But Hyacinth at twenty-two? By comparison, Hyacinth was practically in leading strings. No one could say that Hyacinth was hopelessly on the shelf, but even she had to admit that she was edging toward that position. She had received a few proposals since her debut three years earlier, but not as many as one would think, given her looks —not the prettiest girl in town but certainly better than at least half— and her fortune —again, not the largest dowry on the market, but certainly enough to make a fortune hunter look twice.

And her connections were, of course, nothing short of impeccable. Her brother was, as their father had been before him, the Viscount Bridgerton, and while theirs might not have been the loftiest title in the land, the family was immensely popular and influential.

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If a man wanted to align himself with the most powerful families in Britain, he could do a lot worse than Hyacinth Bridgerton. It could only be argued that she was growing less popular.

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