Chapter SixFor a moment Trina could only stand gazing at the Marquis and she could see that he was angry.
“I want to speak to you, Lady Sherington.”
“I am just – going home.”
He did not answer, but they then walked away down the passage and he opened the door into the library.
Because there was nothing else she could do, Trina walked in ahead of him and moved towards the fireplace.
As she did so, she thought of how many hours she and her mother had spent here poring over endless books on herbs in their efforts to make the Elixir of Youth for the Marchioness.
Then she could think of nothing but that the Marquis seemed very large and intimidating as he walked slowly to join her on the hearthrug.
“I want an explanation,” he demanded at once, “and it had better be a good one!”
“I don’t
