Chapter 29

Did he look regretful? No, I was certain I had that wrong.

I turned and walked out.

* * * *

Lady Eugenia was kind, as always. “You know you’re welcome to stay for as long as you choose,” she was at pains to tell me. She’d also been kind enough to assure me she’d find a place for Alfie, having him trained up as a mechanic when I’d mentioned he’d always been fixing things at Thorny Walk.

“I know, and thank you, but it’s time for me to report back.”

“Take care, Warrick.” She embraced me, her light floral scent enveloping me. “And if you ever need a refuge, please be assured you have one here.”

What an odd way to phrase it. I kissed her cheek, waited while Wolcott put my kitbag in the car, and then got in myself. The Silver Ghost was very well sprung, and I had no problem with travel sickness.