![]() ![]() If you try too hard or too soon to regain it, you’ll make the hand worse than ever.” Not just days, not just weeks, and by then you will have lost some of the dexterity you hone so keenly now. It might heal but only if you rest it until you’re ready to scream with frustration, Val. Beside him, David appeared to be making a polite pretense of surveying the paddocks and fields around them. Silence, until Val opened his eyes and glanced down to where his left hand, angry and swollen, lay uselessly on his thigh. He closed his eyes and drew breath into his lungs by act of will. ![]() To give up the home he’d forged for his soul despite his ducal father’s ridicule, his mother’s anxiety, and his siblings’ inability to understand what music had become to him. To give up the one mistress Val loved, the one place he was happy and competent. Being called the baby boy any time he’d shown the least tender sentiment had fired his will to the strength of iron and given him the ability to withstand almost any blow without flinching.īut this… This was diabolical, this demand David made of him. ![]() Being the youngest of five boys and named Valentine-for God’s sake!-had given him fast reflexes, abundant muscle, and an enviable poker face. ![]() Lord Valentine Windham heard his friend-a skilled and experienced physician-pronounce sentence and neither moved nor changed his expression. “My best advice is to give up playing the piano.” ![]()
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