“He went north, the landlord said, a couple of days ago.”
North. And his servants were injured. And Bink went north with the O’Brians.
Yes, James was not sharing everything he knew.
She shed her robe, her skin rippling with the cold, found a clean chemise and tugged it on. “Will you help me with my stays?”
“Sirena, no—”
“Very well. No stays.” She ran for the brown dress, the one that shoutedSirena Hollister, serving wench.
Lord Bakeley had a taste for keeping secrets, and wasn’t that something to keep in mind when she found a few of her own?