Chapter 22
By the time they assembled in the drawing room for drinks before dinner, Dearne was feeling faintly human. He had slept, given himself a stern talking to, and had awoken feeling refreshed. His head had subsided to a dull throb, and he felt a growing sense of anticipation. For the first time since he had awoken at Denton in Will’s cottage, he felt purposeful rather than struggling to keep up. If parts of his memory were gone, so be it. What mattered now were two things. Firstly, making sure Will Marsden, or Allardyce, or whatever the hell he chose to call himself, did not run anywhere he wouldn’t be able to find him, and secondly to get his inheritance and Will’s savings back so they could decide on a future.
He glanced over at Will who was frowning more than usual and seemed t
