Chapter 3
“You are sure of this?” The man her mother trusted above all others, excepting only her husband and, perhaps, Baron Warner Tentrees, passed her a cup of tea.
“Beyond doubt. You should have heard her, my lord. Should have seen the look on her face. She hates me.”
“Hmmmm.” Lord Elcarth took a slow sip of from his own cup, his eyes fixed elsewhere. “You were lucky to slip out when the Stonehill boy distracted the duchess and baron.”
She nodded silent agreement. The man sitting across the low table in front of her looked like anything but one of the most vital servants of the realm. Thin, with a narrow blade of a nose, a sharp, determined chin, and black hair speckled with gray, Kit knew that many members of the nobility were incensed that Elcarth was still allowed to live in the
