Chapter 79
Father Simmons stood in the door, his black suit and disdainful frown making her grandmother’s mood feel like rays of sunshine.
Branwen hadn’t even had a chance to think about him yet.
“Ah, how convenient,” the priest said in his rough voice, crossing the room to stand beside Elizabeth. “Everyone here, and no one I have to keep secrets from.”
“No, Father, actually I don’t believe Hugh–” Elizabeth began.
“He knows,” the priest said.
Branwen was glad to see Hugh glaring just as fiercely as John ever did. Frightened as she was, she didn’t rate the priest’s chances highly against John and Hugh together. She knew she was missing something, the reason for their animosity, but if she didn’t have to face this man alone she didn’t care.
“Aye. I do know,” Hugh said. “What I don’t k
