Chapter Thirty-Three
“You, Warwick! You and your atrocious, cowardly behavior!” Margaret said, not mincing words.
Warwick turned and stared at his normally mild-mannered sister. “Why are you so upset? What did I do?” he asked, becoming annoyed with this constant haranguing.
“It is what you didn’t do!” the duchess said.
“Well, what I didn’t do is clean up after my ride. I stink, and I’m filthy. I would like to go change, and then perhaps you will have calmed down enough to tell me whatever it is that has gotten you both so annoyed with me.” He gave them a curt bow and was about to turn his back to go to his rooms to change when the duchess stopped him.
“You do smell of horse, but this is much, much more important. We will speak with you about this now, so you can just stand there in yo
