I take a step back. “I should go,” I say, refusing to address the giant elephant in the room. “I havebusiness to take care of.”
“The traitor in the cellar?” she asks, her eyebrows knotting together.
She’s trying hard to hide her expression, but her nerves are evident. She’s tense. Does she expect meto address what happened between us last night?
All the more reason for me to leave now.
“That’s the plan,” I say vaguely. “I’ll need you to keep Evie in the garden for the next hour at least,until I take care of the… houseguest.”
She cringes for a moment, and I wish I’d left the last part out. I turn for the door, but her voice has mestopping again.
I frown, as I realize how hard she’s trying to keep me in the room with her.
“Maybe, given everything Evie went through
