“That was an utter waste of time.” Darcy muttered, kicking a small stone. Miss Elizabeth rounded on him, eyes wild. “Well, forgive us poor country folk for not living up to your expectations. Good luck in your endeavors. Perhaps you can manage not to destroy the entire kingdom in the process.” She spun on her heel and stalked off. Three colorful blurs streaked from the trees to catch up. The blue one veered off toward him, streaked past his head, nipping his ear as it went past. Darcy’s jaw dropped. Stunning, simply stunning in her fury. “You are a total cock up, Darcy. Bollocks for brains,”
