"I apologize, but that is not possible."
"....." his face hardened and his eyes narrowed but the woman did not flinch as if she was expecting this kind of reaction. She took in a deep breath and tried to sound sweet, but failed.
"My lord, I understand that you are stunned to see Duchess Crawford here. But I assure you that she is just a helper like you and me. She is not the master I was talking about." She spoke slowly as if she was dealing with a child. "I assure you that she would not be able to lie too. If she said that she was here to help us in taking your uncle down, then she had to. Or she would regret it."
The way she said the last line, Killian felt a chill run down his own spine. He turned to look at the stiffened duchess with a pale face. She looked sick suddenly. Who was this governess? She did not look like an ordinary servant or messenger anymore.
He was scared but he could not show it to this woman.