His Lady Mistress

Chapter TwoVerity wished she could turn to stone at the sound of AuntFaringdon’s voice. Or at least to ice so that she wouldn’t feelanything. The soft voice bit deep.‘You, Selina! Take yourself off. Presumptuous girl! Go toyour room!’Lady Faringdon turned to Lord Blakehurst, all honeyedsmiles. ‘I must beg your pardon, Lord Blakehurst. That sortnever know their place. I hope you were not too inconvenienced.’She bore Lord Blakehurst away, casting a look overher shoulder at Verity that promised dire retribution on themorrow.Verity retreated to the stairs and raced up to her dark, chillylittle room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned againstit, shaking in the cold blackness. Eyes tight shut, she sawagain the face of her rescuer. Familiar eyes stared backhaughtily. Eyes that comforted her dreams, that she’d neverexpected to see again in the waking world. The moonlighthad never revealed their colour. Burning amber. He hadn’trecognised her.Don’t think of him.Verity prepared quickly for bed in the dark. Shivering, shelit her tallow candle, took her father’s journal from under herpillow and got into bed.