“A museum of witchcraft,” she repeated. What an odd place to meet. Then again, these small English villages had a wealth of interesting historical locales, and she did love history. It would be a nice distraction to see a museum; it might help her stop thinking about Mikhail for just a few minutes. “Okay, I’ll wait for your call.”
“See you soon.” Mr. Thorne hung up.
Piper let out a slow, deep breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Thorne believed her, at least enough for her needs. That had been one of the biggest hurdles she faced. If she could get him on her side, things might work out after all.
As she drove down the winding road, she tried to remain calm. She knew Mikhail would be mad that she’d left and taken his private letters. She would have given anything to be bac
