Chapter ThreeThe horses drew up at the front door and Safina thought that she might have a last chance of escaping.
Then, as the footman jumped down from the box, she saw that he was young and doubtless a good runner. And if she ran away, she would be easily caught.
The Countess stepped out.
Her crimson dress and cloak looked incongruous against the ancient grey stones of the house and her high-heeled shoes crushed the weeds sprouting through the cracked steps that led up to the front door.
Because there was nothing else she could do, Safina followed behind her.
Her heart was beating frantically and her lips were dry.
She felt as if she was going to the guillotine.
An old butler with white hair greeted them.
“Where is his Lordship?” the Countess asked sharply.
“In the Chapel, my L
