Page 29 of Lady Tamsyn and the Pixie's Curse
Her father agreed, and turned to her. “Coming,Tamsyn?”
“Oh, yes, she is.” The pair of them left the room. To her horror, she felt her body, heeding another’s will instead of her own, move tofollow.
* * *
“Thank you, Hunt.”Gryff breathed a sigh of relief as the solicitor handed over the papers. “I do apologize for requesting this at the crack of dawn, but believe it or not, it isimportant.”
Hunt shrugged. “If you say so. The papers were signed, in any event. I asked the earl to make the transfer after we last talked.” He yawned. “Will you join me forbreakfast?”
“Thank you, but I must be going.” He put the papers in a leather bag and strapped it over one shoulder and across his chest. “Urgent matters,yousee.”
“Very well. Will I see you for the reading of the will? I suppose it’s notnecessary,now.”
Gryff paused. “Idon’tknow.”
“Well, then, just in case, let me say it was a pleasure doing businesswithyou.”
“Goodbye,Mr.Hunt.”
Gryff left the study, his mind busy. Now, at least, Tamsyn’s father should be safe. Gryff might not know exactly what they were dealing with, but he was better armed than LordBanfield.
He hesitated at the end of the passageway. He wanted to see Tamsyn. Wanted to see her bright smile, touch her soft skin, kiss her eager mouth. And he wanted to ease her fears about her father and assure her that whatever came—they would face ittogether.
He let his feet carry him toward the front of the house. A footman found him at the entry hall and Gryff asked after LadyTamsyn.
“She’s likely at breakfast with the family, sir. Would you like me toannounceyou?”
Paul appeared on the stairwell behind him. “Rowancourt has her!” he called. “Herfathertoo.”
Gryff froze. “Where?”
“In the dining room, sir,” the servant answered, looking at him like hewasmad.
“He’s taken them outside. I think they are heading for the barrow. If you hurry, you cancatchthem!”
The footman stared as Gryff turnedandran.
