How could she have forgotten him? This was his home after all, not the Dowager Countess’s. If he was anything like his mother, she wasn’t sure she’d survive her time here. “Forgive me, my lord. Had I known who you were, I would never have issued such an order.” She tried to curve her lips becomingly, but faltered at his sudden glare. Her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t in the mood to face off with another Lynwood. “Let me make something perfectly clear, Your Grace. I am master of this house. I am the law. While you are staying here, you will do what I say, when I say it. And in the future,” he moved forward, taking the glass from her grip, “You will refrain from destroying my property.” He set the glass down with a crack, and Victoria wouldn’t have been surprised to find it broken beneath his grasp. “I see.” She added a touch of irony to her voice, knowing it would upset him. She wanted to gloat when she saw his lips thin. “It is by my allowance, and that alone, that you are living here.
