This was what she’d been reduced to, she thought grumpily.
But she didn’t see him as she made her way down the hall, and she didn’t see him on the stairs, either. He wasn’t in any of the drawing rooms or salons, and indeed, by the time she reached the front door, she couldn’t help but frown.
Where was he?
She didn’t wish to see him, of course, but it did seem rather anticlimactic after all of her worrying.
She placed her hand on the knob.
She should run. She should hurry out now, while the coast was clear and she could make her escape.
But she paused.
“Michael?” She only mouthed the word, which shouldn’t have counted for anything. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was there, that he was watching her.
“Michael?” she whispered, looking this way and that. Nothing.
She gave h
