Epilogue
Three weeks later…
TravellAbernathy, Viscount Curdiff, was sitting in his study when there was a brisk knock atthedoor. “Enter.”
The butler walked in and approached his desk with a missiveon a silver salver. “This just arrived from the estate manager at Rosewood. The messenger said it was urgent.”
With a slight frown, for it wasn’t often that Travell received any sort of correspondence other than the usualupdate, he tore open the letter.As he read the words, his hand started to shakeandhepushedto his feet. “Gather my things. I need to leave London at once.”
The servant bowed. “Of course, my lord.”
Travell shoved a hand through his hair and considered sending word to his mother, but she was in the country at a house party at the moment, chaperoning one of his sister’s friends, Lady Rowena Freeham. If she left suddenly, it would cause a number of eyebrows to raise, including that oftheir host,SirPierce Rutherford, an agentwhohad worked for the Crown previously to gather sensitive information from France and who was recently hailed as a hero andgiven a baronetcyby the Regent.
But even if his mother was in residence, he wasn’t sure he wantedto burden her with this news just yet. He wasn’t exactlyconvincedhe might deal withthis latest developmenthimself. He just prayed that Triana and Gabriel remainedin Italy on their honeymoonuntil he found a way to tellhis sisterwhat had happened.
Then again, it wasn’t every day thatone’sfather returned from the dead.
