Chapter Eighteen
Cassandra aimed her arrow at the target at the far end of the field. Mr. Corstairs stood just behind her, steadying her arm with his hand.
He had just removed his hand when she heard someone call out behind her, “Felbridge! Finally back from rusticating, I see.”
Her eyes hazed over with anger and she loosed the arrow.
“Well done, Miss Renwick! A bull’s-eye. Amazing!” Mr. Corstairs took a step back and scratched his head.
“Very well done.” Lord Merrick stood just next to Mr. Corstairs, and had been giving Cassandra pointers as well.
Cassandra turned around to see Lord Felbridge looking with narrowed eyes at her arrow sitting dead center in the target.
“Well done, Miss Renwick. I didn’t know you were an archer,” he drawled as soon as he noticed that she was looking a
