“Indeed, I must insist you tell me your name and explain your presence on my lands.”
Her mouth opened before she clamped it shut again, spine straightening in defiance. She glared at him for a moment.
“I asked you first.”He laughed with delight and stood, caring not that water lapped over the edges to pool on the floor.
“Very well, wench, I shall tell you.” He stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I am Nicholas Warde, the Second Earl of Gray Cross.”