"Mistook you?"
The glare Devorlane shot Tilly-hoped he did anyway-did nothing to silence her. How terrible for her to have to sleep beneath the same roof as a thief and a rapist. Not that a thief or a rapist were exactly going to want to find their way into whatever she was wearing beneath her skirt. Being his older sister it wasn't nice to think, let alone imagine. Even if she wasn't his sister, it wouldn't be.
"But how, Devorlane? How could she possibly mistake you?"
"Evidently she did, my dear sister." Having made his selection from the breakfast dishes that stood on the once elegant mahogany sideboard, he sat down. Whether he'd an appetite for the sardines and bacon he'd forked onto his plate remained to be seen, what with the pounding in his head after last night's sweat and it nea
