‘Elsie?’
Kira’s eyes bore into the housekeeper, taking a page out of Austyn’s playbook.
As the frequent recipient of the man’s look, reminiscent of the Spanish Grand Inquisitor, Kira knew the effect it could produce on its audience.
‘Wow!’ Elsie stared at her young mistress. ‘You look just like Young Master! Not the look.’
‘Don’t try to change the subject. Spill.’
‘Ahem,’ Elsie offered a sheepish grin. ‘I may have helped a little.’
‘With what?’
The housekeeper pointed to the porcelain bowl on the table in front of Kira. ‘I found this marvellous tonic soup. It’s wholesome. All natural ingredients. Boosts the health of both men and women. Improves blood flow. Does wonders to your s*x drive. Young Master had two bowls for dinner last night, so…’
Elsie pushed the bowl
