Twenty Two
HOW CAN YOU stand to live in a place such as this?” Tatiana said, looking around at the shabby furnishings of Mrs. Lunden’s drawing room.
“It’s much nicer than my cottage in the woods at Vallentyn.”
Morgan stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. If he was trying to look powerful he was doing a very good job of it, Tatiana admitted reluctantly to herself.
In fact, she’d been extremely surprised when he’d walked into the room. The entire feel of the room had changed. Somehow it had gone from being a small room to being a tiny room, as her son—and she could hardly believe that he was indeed her son, took up so much of the air in the room.
It wasn’t that he was particularly large, although he certainly took after his father in the impressive breadth of his shoulders
