Chapter 31

Without much else to do other than grin dumbly while the duke welcomed his guests, Haven's attention drifted to the eerie fraternal womb mates. Even though she'd only glanced at them, she couldn't shake the goose bumps rising on her skin, and she didn't know why. They weren't out of place in the glittering room. There wasn't anything strange about them other than they were impossibly perfect in face and form, like genetically engineered Barbie dolls-except without the perky personalities or missing genitalia.

Hopefully.

When someone called her name, she refocused. Millie stepped forward, and placed her hand on her arm. "Haven, my dear, these are the Hughes. Harry Hughes, his delightful sister, Minerva, and their regal and enduringly patient mother, Melisande, the Marchioness of Bleydon."

Haven smiled, and nodded at each one.