Clearly dismayed, Lady Grimsborough asked, “Lawrence? Surely you don’t intend to—”
“Adopt him? Indeed I do. He is Raul Lawrence, son of the Viscount Grimsborough, and he is to become an English gentleman. Wife, please ensure that everyone in the household realizes how quickly he or she will incur my displeasure should the boy be given the wrong name or title.”
Once again that shiver rattled the room. These people—the wife, the daughters, the servants—were afraid of their master.
Saber had left a land where he roamed free, and landed in a hellish nightmare of hunger, pain, cold and fear.
And his father was the devil himself.