Chapter 3Carina gazed at Lord Lynche as if she thought that he had gone mad.
And then, sharply, because she was shocked, she said,
“I don’t think you understand that your wife is dying!”
The tone of her voice wiped the laughter from his lips and he stared back at her, an expression on his face that she could not fathom.
“Come upstairs,” he said.
It was such a strange request that Carina was for the moment speechless, merely looking up at him with wondering eyes, conscious as she did so that he was taking in her appearance, detail by detail.
And then, before she could speak, the door through which Lord Lynche had entered the hall opened and a man’s voice called,
“Justin, what the devil are you doing? We are waiting for you!”
The newcomer had spoken before he saw that Lord Lynche was
