Rogue Royalty

Résumé du livre

I sit on the chair, birds chirping in the trees above me, and I feel nothing.Nothing.I'm supposed to feel something. There are five stages to grief. I read about them in the paperwork the funeral home gave me.Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.Where the hell is feeling nothing on that list?Why can't I be angry? Rage would be so much easier than this . . . emptiness.I'm broken.Steam has long since stopped rising from the tea in the china cup Harriet pressed into my hands, but I haven't yet taken my first sip.My landlady returns from the house, a tie-dyed silk caftan billowing out around her in the breeze, and an envelope in her hand.'Temperance, darling. There was a man here for you.'