“I am not going to argue with you,” the Earl replied. “You will marry Broome and thank God, if there is one, on your knees. No Guardian could do more for a niece who has been nothing but a headache since he has known her.”
“You are not doing it to please me,” Cara insisted. “You always hated Papa because you were jealous of him – and that is why you hate me. The only reason I shall thank God is because I shall no longer have – to live with you.”
The Earl laughed and it was an unpleasant sound.
“So you still have some spirit in you, have you?” he asked. “I hoped I had beaten it out of you. It’s a pity you are not marrying Mortimer Forstrath for he would have had no nonsense with you.”
Cara did not answer him.
She merely saw the house lying ahead of them and knew that her uncle was righ
