Angela was discomposed and her head was buried in Sir Russell’s chest. Her heart beat violently and she dared not look up. Sir Russell carried her inside and with his arms around her, Angela felt protected. He brought her to the same room where Margaret was resting.
“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Sir Russell told her calmly.
Angela had the oddest sensation of being hot and cold at the same time. She said in an uncertain voice, “I will- sit down!”
She made a feeble attempt to disengage herself from his hold but Sir Russell took her to the nearest couch and placed her gently on it. Then she found herself looking straight up into her savior’s face, the first thing she noticed were his eyes. A pair of stormy gray eyes looked back at her as if penetrating deep inside her soul, they seemed
