Chapter Sixteen
As if being an unwelcome, unwanted and uncongenial companion were not enough, Farran Bron had the bad taste to be extremely good-looking underneath all the false hair and ageing make-up he had been wearing as Baron Anserval. He was no more than thirty in truth, Serena judged, and he was blessed with all the regularity of feature, blueness of eye and glowing good health that tended to bestow considerable beauty.
Which wouldn’t matter at all, except that he appeared to expect Serena to be impressed by it. As though good looks had ever made up for an obnoxious personality, she thought grumpily. His manner towards her was only slightly less condescending than it had been as the Baron, and he regarded her with a knowing twinkle in his eye that said, I know I am gorgeous, and y
