Chapter 16
Her command of the English language had abandoned her.
Had she hit her head as she climbed out of the sarcophagus? Because this had to be some sort of concussive dream.
At least she knew what to say just as soon as she regained her ability to speak. Because the question of whether or not she wanted to be alone with Henry Greville in his bachelor apartments did not require two seconds’ thought.
She closed her mouth, which had been gaping open like a fish. “All right,” she said, her voice emerging in a bit of a squeak.
Henry led her up a flight of stairs, then took out a key to unlock a door at the top of the first-floor landing. “There’s no one home right now,” he explained. “It’s my valet’s night off. Gibson is part of a singing club that meets Thursday nights at a local ta
