Chapter Five
DAGONET LEANED BACK to allow the footman to refill his cup with the steaming hot, bitter coffee he’d grown used to over the past few years.
“Ah, you must be Sir Dagonet,” a voice startled him into nearly bumping the arm of the footman.
Dagonet stood to face his accuser. The man was tall, slender and dark, but Dagonet could see the deceptive strength not only in the man’s muscles, but also in his polite demeanor. This was most certainly the lord of the manor.
“Lord Vallentyn.” Dagonet held out his hand to the gentleman whose home he had all but invaded in the middle of the night.
“Pleased to meet you. My wife informed me that you had arrived.” He headed for the buffet, gesturing for Dagonet to sit back down.
“Yes. I do beg your pardon for my late arrival…”
“No, no. Not a
