Epilogue
Upon arrival at Bakar House, Konrad wanted nothing more than to collapse instantly into bed. But he could not — not without first seeing Nanda. He would change his clothes, settle Tasha somewhere comfortable, and return to Nanda’s shop.
But when he stepped into his hall he was met, rather to his surprise, by his butler.
Gorev bowed. ‘Miss Falenia is waiting in the drawing-room, sir.’
‘Ah,’ he said, dripping melted snow onto the pristine tiled floor. ‘Thank you.’ He wanted to go in to see her at once, but a glance at his sodden, blood-stained clothes convinced him to reconsider. Nanda was wonderfully tolerant and virtually unshockable, but still, it would not be civilised to appear before her in such a state, especially if she was primly ensconced in the drawing-room. Besides w
