Chapter 8“What do you mean, everything?” Carina asked incredulously.
For a moment Lord Lynche did not answer.
She looked at him and thought that she had never seen a man’s face so white beneath a superficial tan.
Then, in a voice that seemed almost strangled, he answered.
“I cannot talk here. Let’s go into the house.”
They dismounted, tying the horses’ bridles to an iron gate near some long grass, which the animals bent their heads to crop greedily.
Lord Lynche set Dipa down onto the ground and he ran ahead of them, obviously delighted at the idea of what seemed to him yet another adventure.
Taking a key from the place where it was hidden underneath one of the window ledges Lord Lynche inserted it into the keyhole.
The door swung open and to her surprise, Carina found herself looki
