Alone in the room, Victoria poured herself a cup of tea, trying to keep her hands from shaking. How had he found her? He’d probably gotten the information from the servants or from someone else.
She felt alarmed to find this man here, having broken into their room… How long had he been sitting inside watching her sleep? Did Lukas see him? Had he gone through her things?
She poured another cup of tea for the man. Cups and saucers in hand, she walked back towards him. He had his legs crossed, one arm sprawled across the back of the sofa, and seemed to have made himself quite at home.
She said nothing as she gave him the cup and then took a seat in one of the armchairs. The hearth was dark, and the day had been warm enough that Lukas had left one of the bedroom windows open. A briny breez
