Chapter Thirteen

“Leave Bamburgh? What do you mean by Leave Bamburgh? Why you’re just settling in? And to go where if I may ask, Derbyshire?”

He blew out an exasperated breath. He had no idea how he had expected her to receive him, but this reaction most certainly was not it.

“Not Derbyshire.” He replied, seeking in his head what to tell her. Of course, he was by no means going to tell her he needed to keep a very good distance away from her for the next few days because on the night of the full moon he would be turning into a beast. She would certainly faint right there on the spot,

“Then where to?” She asked, folding her arms like an argument waiting to happen.

“ I have a business to tend to down at st. Abbs. An old Aunt, caught with a cold, no one to tend her.”

She looked at him blankly and he had no way to know what she was thinking,

“St. Abbs, you say?” She asked finally where her dog came out and pressed against him,