His instinct was always right.
The brat had avoided the ballroom, but magically appeared the moment Everetta left.
He just knew he was up to now good when he followed Lady Whitmore into the gardens, Theo mused.
But he could not tell her that.
She would probably think he was following her as well… and he didn't want to add to the pile of unnerving things she might have already stacked against him from the night of his fever.
He listened to hear if she was following behind him.
At first, nothing.
Then, he heard the soft tap of her slippers as she ran towards him. When she fell into step with him, all he could hear was her ragged breaths.
Theo spared her a glance.
Just then, the bright light of the chandeliers from within caught on her.
He immediately looked away, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
What sort of noblewoman would break into a run over nothing?
She really needed to be schooled, he mused.
