He'd thought her the most beautiful thing in his world, but the discovery that she was a hardened flirt embittered him. If Mercer hadn't directed him to that window overlooking the garden that night he would never have known.
Witnessing a stolen kiss with the handsome young sea captain, his temper flared. He felt justified when he burnt that ship. How dare Sparrow flaunt his authority and steal his betrothed?
Now she was gone, most likely with Sparrow.
Their wedding day set for the morrow, now cancelled. He stares at the miniature, a portrait of Giselle, the only image that he still possesses save those burned into his memory.