Chapter19:

My serious tone seemed to put Morpheus on guard and I could almost see his mind working as he tried to find the words to put me at ease. Clearly he knew what was coming but hadn’t expected it. Or perhaps Miss Clark hadn’t told him that she had told me about the betrothal and so this reaction was for a completely separate offence he had committed.  “Talk about what, my love?” he asked, his hand reaching for mine as we sat facing each other on the park bench.  I didn’t really know where to start and so I let the first thing that came to my mind blurt out. “How the hell are we meant to be betrothed?”  The projectile word-vomit seemed to strike him hard and Morpheus physically recoiled as if I had slapped him. He let go of my hand as if it had burned him and he moved back slightly, edging away from me.  “Who told you?” his voice was gentle and yet I could sense the fury which hid behind his words.  “Miss Clark. She seems to be the only one telling me the truth around here.” I replied, ange