How could Creighton be so blasted unreasonable? How could he fault her for being obligated to follow orders when he had known the same frustration at Colonel Carruthers’ insistence that Creighton host her? Refusing the general’s command to come to the gathering to celebrate the czar’s arrival in England would have caused all kinds of trouble she did not need. A rap sounded at the door. “Go away!” she snapped. “Kapitán?” Swinging her feet off the side of the bed, she called, “Petr, mózho!” He entered and closed the door quickly. His scowl was nearly as dark as his beard. “What is wrong?” she asked, although she wanted no more problems heaped on her. “Lord Ashcroft asked you to leave the gathering for the general this afternoon, Kapitán. Such insults must not go unanswered.” “It was not an insult.” She slid off the bed and wrapped her arms around herself. She did not bother to ask how he had found this out when he understood so little English. No doubt she had betrayed the truth with her own anger as she left the club this afternoon.
