Druid’s Daughter

Book ONE of the series, Garland of Druids
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Chapter One
London, July, 1898
The black dog bared his teeth at the sergeant guarding the doorway, growling deep in his massive throat.

druidsDaughter4Morgan reached down and patted his silky head. “Ambrose, this gentleman is only doing his duty. Quite evidently the Chief Inspector wasn’t expecting you to escort me. Sergeant, will you please tell the Chief Inspector that Miss McAfee is here?”

She had to give him credit. The sergeant stood his ground, even though Ambrose advanced on him and slowly backed him against the door, rattling the hinges.

“Sorry, Miss, I wuz told to let you in when you came. I got no orders about a beast like this. Cor, that’s the biggest Labrador I ever did see.”

Morgan laughed, just as the door opened and Chief Inspector Lord Laniston Dellafield stood glowering in the doorway. A man as imposing as his title was cumbersome. A mouth-watering male, —large, handsome, and gloriously masculine. Also a male looking at Morgan and Ambrose with unambiguous disdain. His hazy aura was a deep gray shot through with yellow of disbelief in her abilities.

“I assume you’re Miss McAfee. Step in, please. Sergeant, get rid of the dog.”

Morgan chuckled as Ambrose ruffled his fur and turned to growl at the Chief Inspector. “Ambrose is quite gentle unless provoked. I think you’d be wise to let him in. He’ll tear the place apart if you try to separate him from me.”

Chief Inspector Dellafield gave her a disgusted look, and then held the door open. Morgan and Ambrose entered, although Ambrose uttered a vibrating ‘”grrr’ grrr” as he marched past the Chief Inspector. Dellafield waved her to a chair in front of his big uncluttered desk and seated himself behind it, laying his folded hands on the surface. Large hands with long, strong fingers. Morgan could feel his waves of antipathy. She was used to disdain for her Druid abilities, but she regretted his hostility was consuming so much essential time.

After all, the missing child was more important than the personal feelings of either of them. His implacable face made her furious, although she gave no sign. He was wasting valuable minutes when every second was needed to find out who’d kidnapped the little boy.

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