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Yet while Lydia cared for Cecil, herhome stemmed from the need to ease Lord Greystone’s troubles Should she need assistance, her hero was but ht, he would come to her aid if Arabella kept her prisoner

Dis the gravel drive

The butler—the third one in as many years—failed to hide his surprise at her unconventional attire as he stepped back to permit her entrance

“Thank you, Hopkins”

Hopkins inclined his head

“Where ht I find Lord Lovell?”

“His lordship is—”

“There you are,” Arabella interjected as she made a surprise appearance in the hall It was as if the crow had a per for someone to peck “Where on earth have you been?” Her tone was light and carefree, without a trace of anger She even ed a smile as she shooed Hopkins away

It seemed Lydia had cause to feel apprehensive Arabella’s fake s a blade

“Let us not play games, Arabella You know perfectly here I have been and why I left the house in such a hurry”

Cracks appeared in Arabella’s calm facade The fine lines around her eyes crinkled Her lips twitched, desperate to for about Lydia’s odd clothes or loosely tied hair confirmed treachery was afoot Like anyone who found themselves on enemy territory, it ise to proceed with caution

“Where ht I find Cecil?” Lydia asked bluntly

“He’s out riding But co room and take tea while you wait”

“How long will he be?”

“Not long Look I’ve no intention of berating you over those ridiculous clothes, or deht” Arabella spoke calot a little carried away Men do, you know There is no need to make more of the situation”