The present one preferred to hunt in Leicestershire, where he had a smart Hunting Lodge.
Nevertheless what was important at the moment was that he was the uncle of this wretched defenceless little boy and he would have to do something about the way he was being treated.
“When did your mother leave you?” she asked him gently.
“A long time ago,” Peter replied, “when I was just six and now I am nearly – ten.”
‘Almost four years of this appalling devil torturing the poor boy,’ Athina thought to herself.
It seemed very strange that none of the family knew about what was happening.
Peter was still cuddling against her and she quizzed him,
“Why then did you not tell your grandmama when she asked you to stay with her that you were unhappy with your stepfather?”
“I wanted to,” Peter said, “
