CHAPTER NINEThe hours passed and not a soul came near her.
Rosaleena paced the room like a caged animal, her heart raging against the murderous Earl.
She assumed that she must be at his ancestral home, Kilvarra Castle, and this gave her a degree of reassurance. Her uncle would guess that the Earl had brought her here and so it would surely not be long before she was rescued.
Round and round her prison she went, pausing now and then to peer out of one of the numerous windows.
As afternoon wore on into dusk, she began to throw longing looks towards the food that lay on the table. She had determined to accept nothing from the Earl, but at last hunger conquered her will.
Ravenous, she fell on the bread and cheese and then drank a goblet of wine and, feeling somewhat restored, she set hers
