CHAPTER SIX
Rosanna’s bare feet made no sound as she hurried along the corridor and down the staircase to the great bedroom where the Earl lay.
The light from the oil lamp she carried threw weird shadows everywhere and it seemed to her as if the very stones of the old Castle stirred sensing that danger surrounded their Master.
Candles were flickering wildly inside the Earl’s room. The curtains were still open and the wind rattled the windows violently as the storm hit the Castle over and over again.
Rosanna hurried to the bedside, aware that Peter was standing in the doorway. She had seen the panic in the valet’s eyes and feared he would be of very little help.
The Earl was tossing and turning, sweat was wet on his face, his dark hair lank and damp. Rosanna bent over him and touched h
