Chapter FourIsa stiffened, then her temper rose and she replied,
“On the contrary. Your Grace, I have just found out something of importance that I think you should know. But if you are not interested, I can, of course, leave The Castle now, as I had intended to do.”
She had no idea as she spoke that her eyes seemed to flash fire! And the light from the drawing room turned her hair to small leaping flames.
With a twist of his lips that made her even angrier than she was already, the Duke said,
“Perhaps you should come into the drawing room, Miss McNaver, where we can speak without being overheard.”
He intended to make it a reproof.
But Isa walked ahead of him into the room holding her head high and feeling her anger rising like a flood tide within her.
Two lamps by the fireside lit
