The motor carriage arrived on schedule and Johnathan got in without comment. To his surprise, Winkit was on the back seat, waiting for him.
‘It’s nice to see you walking about now,’ she said, casting an eye at his wooden leg. Even though his trousers hid it, there was still an odd outline from the straps bulging at the joint.
‘Thanks,’ he said, stroking her behind the ears. She purred. 'Why are you here? I thought you’d already be at the house.’
‘Erin sent me. I’m here to keep an eye on your driver.’
‘My driver? I didn’t catch a good look at him. Is he … dangerous?’ he asked, lowering his voice despite the panel between the front and back seats, preventing the driver from listening.
‘Not exactly, no. But he’s the man who Erin was supposed to marry and he’s none too happy with you. Som
