Stoker fell in step behind me. “Fiancée?” he murmured in my ear. “We shall speak of this later.” “There is nothing to discuss,” I told him, still mightily put out that he had taken it upon himself to come to Cornwall. I had been anticipating a few weeks to straighten my disordered feelings and instead he was there, inches from me, causing every nerve to tingle and my thoughts to leap about in a most unsettling manner.
