A Runaway Bride for the Earl (Lords in Waiting 4)

Chapter Nine

“Letter for you, my lord. Arrived by express.”

The innkeeper at the White Hart held out the folded paper with the deference of a man who recognised fine stationery, an expensive seal, and the inconvenience that generally accompanied both. Cillian took it, turned it in his hand, and recognised Gerald Granger’s writing before he broke the wax.

Gerald wrote as he spoke: hurriedly, unevenly, and with the air of a man whose anxieties had outrun his powers of arrangement. The letter was brief, but crowded, the ink smudged in several places where his hand had moved faster than the paper could bear.