Chapter Fifteen
Lambert
“Is there something wrong, Master?” she asked.
It was two weeks on from his disastrous trip to London and, if the memory of his failure to perform was not quite buried it was -with the help of his servant and her recently acquired Western dress-sense- camouflaged. The same servant with the body of a Venus and the head of a Gorgon becoming of more interest by the day.
Her question arriving as she placed a breakfast tray on his lap and unfolded his newspaper for him.
“Wh-What makes you say that?” he answered with a question of his own, a little uncomfortable, not to mention miffed, at having his thoughts read so swiftly – and effortlessly.
“You seem… well… surprised,” Anya replied, understanding now why Rajiv had pressed her to return to the costume of her homel
