Chapter One British West Indies, February 1813 He’d stolen a bride. Sebastian Blake gripped his knife with white-knuckled force and kept his face impassive. If the beauty in front of him were to be believed, he’d stolen his own bride. He watched as her chin lifted with defiance and her dark eyes met his without fear. She was tall and slender, with blonde curls tumbling down from a once-stylish arrangement. Her lovely watered-silk dress was torn at the shoulder, revealing a tempting display of creamy breast. A sooty handprint marred her flesh, and unable to help himself, Sebastian reached out and rubbed the offending mark away with gentle strokes of his thumb. She stiffened, and lifted her bound hands to knock his away. He met her gaze and held it. “Tell me your name again,” he murmured, his hand tingling just from that simple contact with her satin skin. She licked her bottom lip, and his blood heated further. “My name is Olivia Merrick, Countess of Merrick. My husband is Sebastian Blake, Earl of Merrick and future Marquess of Dunsmore.” He lifted her hands and stared at her ring finger, noting his crest etched in the simple gold band she wore. He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned away, striding to the nearest open window for a deep breath of salt-tinged air.