Chapter 1London, Spring 1573
Gregory thought he could never tire of the sensations he encountered in the spice emporium. The scents soothed and intrigued him, his attuned senses picking out the citrus tang of green ginger, the comforting sweetness of almonds, and the soothing waft of lavender amongst the rich mélange.
He willingly admitted that the most intriguing and heady aspect of the premises was the merchant, grinding spices at his workbench, dark head bowed, strong slender fingers busy at their work. Especially in that thrilling moment when he looked up, expecting a customer but finding Gregory instead. His expression switched from polite enquiry to an unabashed delight that was more enticing than his expensive wares.
“Gregory,” the merchant said. “Are you here to buy or simply to
