Not only his own eyes, Elliot noted, as he sent a murderous glance at Rachel who was standing quietly beside her grandfather.
Gone was the seductress in sexy hot-pink. Nor was there any sign of the broken little creature he’d taken under his wing. No, from the neatly braided hair to the clothes that had been chosen with modesty in mind, here stood a picture of sweet innocence wearing a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth smile that told clearly that he was going to be made the scapegoat here!
‘Of course,’ Theron Herakleides broke into speech again, ‘you could be attempting to protect Rachel’s reputation, in which case I most sincerely apologise for implying the opposite. But your protection comes too late, I’m afraid,’ he informed him gravely.
‘For what I saw with my own eyes had alread
