Alexia blushed slightly. “Concerned for my well-being? Why, Lord Maccon, now it is I who am touched.” “Hardly,” he replied ungallantly. “Overseeing investigations, for the most part. Any concern you may note is over the idea that someone else may be attacked. You can obviously see to yourself.” Miss Tarabotti was torn between being crushed that he did not care one fig for her safety and pleased that he trusted in her competence.
