“Come . . . in!” she said.
She felt as if the words were strangled in her throat. He entered the room closing the door behind him, and she thought that, while he looked stern and uncompromising, he was in fact devastatingly good-looking.
‘I know Papa would have said he looked like Apollo,’ she told herself.
Then she rose nervously to her feet to curtsey as he reached her side.
“You are feeling better, Miss Waring?”
His voice was not angry, she thought in relief.
“I-I am quite all right and I must thank you . . .” she began. |
‘There is no reason to thank me,” Alexius Vasilas said. “I am only deeply apologetic that you should have been insulted by a Kavõnian.”
He paused to add,
“At the same time you will appreciate that if you disobey my orders, that is the sort of situation in whi
