Her aunt sighed. “Very well.” She left, followed by Lord Alton, who paused in the doorway to give her one last look. She didn’t know what he might be thinking, but he clearly looked a little worried.
She gave him a nod of reassurance even though she was certain that he would not approve of what she was about to do.
“Miss Whately? Sara, if I may?” Lord Reath said, coming back toward the bed where she lay.
“No. You may not address me by my given name. I don’t want you to address me ever again after today,” she said, her anger beginning to come to the fore. Her head pounded with it, but she would not let that stop her.
“You, sir, are a liar and a thief. You are the most despicable, horrible creature it has ever been my misfortune to have met. I cannot believe the nerve you have befriendin
