What kind of problem." Elizabeth leaned closer, lowered her voice yet, and said, "Mrs. Throckmorton quit." "Mrs. Throckmorton did what!" Damon shoved his chair back and shot to his feet. "For heaven's sake, keep your voice down," Elizabeth said, while trying to maintain her composure. "The servants have enough to gossip about as it is." Damon paced across the floor, turned back, and faced Elizabeth squarely. "What in hell did you say to make her quit!?" Muscles bunched in his jaw as he waited for her response. "I didn't say anything," Elizabeth hissed, hands laced together to keep from... She wasn't sure what. Slap him. Shake him. Kiss him on the mouth if only to distract him until he regained control of his temper. "It's what she said to me." "I don't give a damn what she said to you," Damon shouted. "Mrs. Throckmorton is crucial to running this place. Whatever it was she said, you could have come to me instead of aggravating her." Holding his angry gaze, Elizabeth said, in a tightly controlled voice, "And what would you have done if I'd told you she called me a whore?
