CHAPTER 9
Vidal had never felt quite so jumpy. A week had passed since he had sent his telegram and received his response. A note from Cádiz assured him all was in order. The Persephone had arrived a few hours ago, so all his carefully laid plans were coming to fruition, and he honestly did not know what would happen next.
I hope my guest is a reasonable man, but there is no way to know. Not without giving away the surprise. Suddenly the surprise seemed like less of a good idea than it once had. A reasonable man would have listened to his daughter. She ran. Ran to the far end of Europe, yes to get away from the bastard currently incarcerated in my grain storage building, but also to get away from her father. She didn’t even attempt to explain, and Rosalind is a reasonable woman. She woul
