Chapter 46

Earl looked from the man to Nellie, naturally, he would have been very relieved to find that she was still here, but what the hell was she doing down in the parlor- at that time of the night, with Richard Lorey, the clumsy arrogant son of Lord Lorey, whose quest for power and his loud mouth was nothing compared to that of a market woman? Had she resorted to finding herself a suitable husband while he was away for just a few days? Damned woman! She should have had some dignity to wait a few more weeks, or days. Or at least until she was sure he had died before bringing her new love interest into his house. Now he couldn't promise he wouldn't kill anyone, not with the way he was feeling anyway, not with the anger and frustration he came home with. Earl fumed as he stood by the hard wooden floor of his parlor. It was raining outside- pouring actually and a cold draft seeped into the room from outside the window. Usually, Earl found the sound of rain soothing. He even enjoyed taking