Chapter Fourteen
I was finishing my breakfast in the company of a very silent, pale Lady Huntley when her husband strode into the room.
“I have informed your maid and the other servants to pack up and be ready to leave within the hour,” he said to his wife.
She put down her teacup, from which she’d been sipping only occasionally, nodded then turned to me. “You will come with us, won’t you, Laia?”
“I am so sorry, Lady Huntley,” I said again, for probably the fifteenth time that morning.
She shook her head and said again, “You must come. We can’t simply leave you here with that... that thing!”
“But it’s all right, really. I mean, he has been so much better recently.”
Rose came into the room before either one of them could argue any further. “We’re just about ready to go.” She turned
