It was empty.
She hurried along the corridor to Lady Honoria’s room and knocked sharply. She was answered by Her Ladyship’s maid, Gina, yawning heavily, and obviously just woken from sleep.
“Is your mistress here?” Rowena asked urgently.
“No, miss she said I could go to bed until she came ba– we’re moving!”
Rowena ran as fast as she could to the Duke’s cabin and knocked on it as hard as she could. Then she knocked again until he opened the door.
“What the devil – Miss Thornhill?”
He quickly averted his eyes from her state of dress and Rowena realised that the satin and lace robe had fallen over, revealing her thinly clad bosom. He was in much the same condition, his shirt torn open, revealing a powerful chest, covered with dark hair.
“Something terrible has happened,” she gasped. “Y
