Thorn finished off his wine and a kitchen maid refilled it. He waved at her to stay, emptying his mug a second time, and waited for her to again perform her task before flicking his hand to dismiss her.
“This looks incredible, Steward. Thank you for your hospitality and your kindness,” Evra said. He couldn’t help glancing again toward the door the Frosts had all entered through. Meira shook her head.
“That business of yours,” Morwen said as their plates were stuffed with food. “What was it again?”
“There is no again, sister. Lord Blackrook has not shared his business, and that is his choice. That matter is between him and your father,” Brin said with a prudent nod. In the stewardess’ absence, she had stepped into the role with neat precision, Evra thought. Her husband had no mind for an
