“I don’t like him,” Edwin said, a wrinkle to his nose and his lips curling down with disdain.
After glancing through the back window of our coach at the carriage following us, I twisted to face him, arching an eyebrow.
“No one asked you,” Robert groused.
I patted his arm, knowing after the fiasco with tracking down my father’s murderer, he remained in a sour mood. “While I agree he’s somewhat…gruff, he has agreed to help us. And the duchess is quite lovely.”
Edwin leaned forward, a smile playing on his lips at the mention of the Duchess of Stratfordshire. “Now, her I quite like.”
“Oh, Edwin, really,” Robert spat, his features twisting with annoyance. “Grow up.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Edwin asked with a pout.
“She’s a married woman with a very powerful husband. Your constant flirting is going to cause problems for all of us.” Robert crossed his arms tightly with a frown.
“Robert has a point,” I answered. “You really ought to be more respectful of their marriage.”
“I can’t help it; I’m disarmingly charming. Even you on occasion have been on the verge of falling for me, Lenora, I can tell.”
Robert cocked his head. “Are you at the bottle again?”
I shook my head at the bantering brothers. While it distracted me from wondering why the Northcotts followed us to Blackmoore Castle, the worry still lingered about what we would find when we got there.
Something was after my daughter, Sarah, and stopping Tilly from visiting me in her afterlife.
