Chapter Fifteen
TATIANA LOWERED HER hands and watched the trees she’d been manipulating straighten to their full height above the rest of the tree line of the wood.
They’d chosen two of the tallest trees for her to play with—making them fight each other in a battle neither she nor Kit could even see. It had been amusing for a few minutes and had helped to channel her anger and frustration into another outlet. But her worries kept nagging at her.
“You shouldn’t have contradicted me in front of the servants and Sir Arthur,” she finally said, voicing the anger that flickered inside of her.
Kit nodded. “No, perhaps I shouldn’t have. But I stand by what I said. Dusty chandeliers do not establish sufficient grounds to fire Mrs. Worth.”
“They were more than dusty, they were filthy. They have
