Chapter 12

He would too, Helena acknowledged heavily. Even Jet’s restless movements, the stamping of his hooves, wouldn’t deter Bryan if he decided to come in and get her.

‘Fine—I’ll walk you back to your car,’ she snapped, giving Jet one last reassuring pat before moving to the stall door. ‘But I really don’t have anything else to say about last Saturday,’ she told him as she let herself out into the yard.

It was busy at this time of the day, all the stable lads and girls having returned from their early-morning canter and now rubbing down and feeding their mounts. Their chatter and laughter was at complete odds with the feeling of rapidly increasing doom that held Helena in its grip.

‘Emma told me these are your father’s stables,’ Bryan remarked evenly as the two of them left the busy yard and walked in the direction of the huge manor house.

Helena eyed him warily. ‘Yes.’

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