Chapter SevenThe sunshine was warm on Serena’s head and after a moment she set down the embroidery that busied her fingers and laid her head against the wooden window frame.
She closed her eyes.
She could hear the wash of the waves on the rocks below the cliffs. She could smell the salty fragrance of the sea on the soft air blowing into her bedchamber.
Here she could be quiet and at ease. Torqo slept on the floor at her feet. Eudora was at hand in the next room. There was nothing to disturb her save the busy hum of a bee imprisoned against a pane of glass.
Suddenly Isabel burst into the room and Torqo jumped to his feet with a deep growl, which changed into a yelp of joy and a wagging of his tail when he saw who had entered.
“Down, Torqo!” Serena called as he bounded towards Isabel.
