107 Chapter 107

Kendall may have kept the dark horses of his temper carefully in check all the way back along the passageway. Now that he had the satisfaction of hearing the barn door reverberate on its hinges, he let go of the reins.

"Jesus suffering Christ, what the bloody, goddamn hell did you think you were doing out there? What the hell possessed you to say that to Lady Kertouche of all people?"

"Well ... "

"Well, what? Am I dealing with an idiot? A complete and utter cretin? Do you think you can somehow smooth your way out of this as you have everything else to date? Because this line, this one you've crossed, cuts to the center of the earth."

"It's like this, Your Grace. I had your reputation to consider."

"My reputation?"

"Yes."

"My reputation?" He flung the tray onto the floor where the coffee pot didn't just smash to smithereens, it smashed entirely to his avid satisfaction. "Why the bloody blazes should my reputation concern you?"