Page 14 of House of Thorns
He stared at her, his face an unreadable mask. No doubt, fury beyond measure boiled in him. She shrugged. She didn’t care. He and his titles meant nothing to her.
“I bid you good day, then.” Again, refusing to give him a hint of respect.
She left him there, huffing and puffing, and sailed out the door.
No wonder Deborah was distraught.
Their grandfather was an obstinate, judgmental prig.
* * *
The day was a warm and pleasant one. Not a cloud marred the sky as Olivia crossed the road and took the tree-lined paths of Glasgow Green. Lost in thought, she scarcely heard the birds chirping from the treetops as she walked alongside the River Clyde.
Deborahmusthave heard of Lord Blair’s reputation. Why hadn’t she exercised caution in his company? Surely, the man could not bethatintriguing—not with a reputation of that caliber to precede him.
Truly, she knew only one way to help her cousin.
She would take up the matter directly with Lord Nicholas Blair herself.
