"He did this evening," Miss Marks said grimly, keeping her tone low. "And now they've disappeared. Together. You must find her, my lord. Now. She is in danger of being ruined."
"Why haven't you gone after her?"
"Someone has to keep an eye on Beatrix, or she'll disappear as well. Besides, I didn't want to draw attention to Poppy's absence. Go find her, and be quick about it."
Leo scowled. "Marks, in case you hadn't noticed, other servants don't snap out orders to their masters. So if you don't mind—"
"You're not my master," she had the nerve to say, glaring insolently at him.
Oh, I'd like to be, Leo thought in a quick, angry flush of arousal, every hair on his body standing erect. Along with a certain feature of his anatomy. He decided to leave before her effect on him became obvious. "All right, settle your feathers. I'll find Poppy."
"Start looking in all the places where you would take a woman to compromise her. There can't be that many."