Chapter 35

Harry willed the fog that clouded his brain away and tried to focus. He had to reach the coast which was probably still at least half a day’s drive away, maybe more in this weather, and that would be if he could find a horse, work out the way to go, and if it stopped damn well snowing. He rubbed his face. Could he persuade his angel to loan him a horse and some money? He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He probably knew the answer to that. It was what he was good at.

The door opened and his host returned pushing a trolley laden with food. Harry’s mouth watered.

“My housekeeper left me well stocked so I warmed some stew. I hope this is acceptable?” His angel looked up with a shy smile, dark blue eyes framed by fair hair. The man was a fair bit older than him and as neat as wax. When he looked around, he realised that the room was also frighteningly neat.

“That would be wonderful; you should have let me help,” he said, trying to get to his feet.