Twenty-One Days (Daniel Pitt #1)(98)

‘Are you cold?’ he said incredulously.

‘Oh, no, thank you.’ She hesitated a moment. ‘Are you still worried about the manuscript, Daniel?’

‘Yes . . .’ he admitted.

She gave a sweet, gentle smile. ‘Don’t be,’ she said, and gave the fire another sharp prod. ‘It will never see the light of day, I promise you.’

‘How can you be so sure?’ he pressed.

‘Daniel, would you reach into the coal scuttle?’

He lifted the lid and his fingers touched a thin pile of paper. He pulled out the last pages of the manuscript. With a flood of relief, he passed them to her. And silently, she fed them to the fire.