Chapter 16

You could have told me

He didn’t answer.

Why didn’t you tell me?

Because you’re a pratt

I dismissed that as beneath me, relieved St John was still in this house.

As a matter of fact, I was so relieved that my anger escalated to nail-biting fury. I slapped the door open and stormed into the kitchen. And there he was, staring at me in surprise and…something else? “What in bloody hell do you think you’re about, St John?”

He turned his back on me. “Are you blind, Robert? I am making myself some breakfast. And…and then I shall return home.”