Chapter SevenLatonia could not sleep and lay awake going over and over the same unhappy thoughts.
Then, as the dawn came swiftly, the sun lighting first the ceiling of her room and then flooding everything with a golden glow, she heard voices next door and knew that Lord Branscombe was rising.
His movements made her long to cry out in agony that he was taking an unnecessary risk.
How could he be so foolish, after what she had told him, as to go out into the danger that was lurking outside?
The men she had overheard talking had said that he was to be poisoned, but perhaps by now the Rajah and those who were intriguing with him had thought of some other way in which he could meet his death.
She felt despairingly that anything she did would only strengthen Lord Branscombe’s determination
