Chapter 4

It seemed to take forever for him to reach the road where Llewellyn Manor was located.

“Please let me out here.” We were still some distance from the house, but I couldn’t bear remaining in the same car with him. I’d sneaked out through a side door no one ever used, and I’d have to hope Higgins, Sir’s butler, hadn’t bothered to check whether it was locked.

He pulled over to the curb. “Here, take twenty dollars. That’s the least I owe you.”

So he could blacken my name even further, adding “whore” to it? “No, thank you.” I got out and walked toward the house, staying in the shadows of the hedges that shielded Llewellyn Manor from the hoi and the polloi.

He idled along beside me, so I didn’t even have the luxury of wiping the tears that streamed down my cheeks.