Chapter Eleven
Leyton Barrett tapped his foot impatiently as he listened to one of the men he had hired to find his daughter report on his progress.
“We happened on the young man by chance,” Audley was saying.
“I stopped in this nameless village for a drink and overheard a couple of the women talking about a man by the name of Lord Stefan. Seems he attended some celebration with a young woman who none of the villagers had ever seen before. A woman who fits Bryony’s description.
The young man, Elon by name, told us where she lives. ”
Barrett leaned forward in his chair. “Well?” he asked impatiently. “Did you find her?”
“Not exactly. We found the house, but it was empty. There was no sign that anyone is living there now.”
Barrett slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. “Does no one know where she’s gone?”
Audley shook his head. “Word is that this Stefan is a very strange man. Never seen in the daytime. Has no friends to speak of. We questioned everyone in the village. No one really knows anything about him.”
Barrett swore under his breath. He was no closer to finding Bryony now than he had been five minutes ago.
But at least he knew she was still alive.