He’d awakened the wanton within her, and she wanted her revenge.
You are my reprieve, Francesca muttered.But Lady D obviously didn’t hear her as she looked out over the crowd, because she sounded quite singleminded as she declared, I do believe I shall go pester your brother.
Which one? Not that they all couldn’t use a bit of torture.That one. She pointed toward Colin. Hasn’t he just returned from Greece?Greece, Cyprus, it’s all the same to me.
Not to them, I imagine, Francesca murmured.Who? You mean the Greeks?
Pfft. Well, if one of them chooses to show up tonight they can feel free to explain the difference. Until then, I shall wallow in my ignorance. And with that, Lady Danbury thumped her cane against the floor one last time before turning toward Colin and bellowing, Mr. Bridgerton!
Francesca watched with amusement as her brother tried desperately to pretend that he hadn’t heard her. She was rather pleased that Lady D had chosen to torture Colin a bit-he undoubtedly deserved it-but now that she was on her own again, she realized that Lady Danbury had provided her with a rather effective defense against the multitude of matchmaking mamas who saw her as their only link to Michael.We stopped in our tracks, about halfway through.
Look at the wall on your left.Huh? As I examined the grimy wall, at first I saw nothing but…wall. But as I examined it more closely I noticed a slight ridge, which led me to discover that it was actually a hidden door.
We did, and it led us through to another tunnel, the ground and ceiling filled with stalagmites and stalactites. The note kept leading us onward through the gloom, through another door, until we reached a stone staircase leading downward.Where is this woman taking us?