The Dark Lady (36 page)

But to keep herself away from that place . . . from her father, she would go to Edward. What choice had she?

Yvonne took her empty glass. “Good, then. I shall arrange it. I’m sure we can find you a pleasing frock somewhere. And in the meantime, let’s drink to the moon, eh? And your protection.” She leaned forward, her eyes full of hope. “I am so glad you shall be safe.”

But Mary no longer trusted hope. It was a fool’s emotion, and she was tired of being a fool.