Beyond Recognition

Giles's face darkened, his expression as black as the bottom of a pot, filled with seething anger.

He thought, 'Rosalind, how dare you?'

"Rosalind has some nerve," he said, his voice low and sharp with fury.

Celia flinched, lowering her head in fear. "Lord Tobias, please don't blame Lady Rosalind. She didn't know you were back at the manor."

Tobias, with a mocking glance, shot her a skeptical look