"Your sister suspects already." "I'm not going to be bundled away and leave you to concoct any precious story you think fit," Blenavon declared, doggedly.

"I--" Ray opened the carriage door and gripped Blenavon's arm.

"Get in," he said in a low, suppressed tone.

There was something almost animal in the fury of Ray's voice.

I looked away with a shudder.