Agnes
“Where?”
“By the east wall,” Elijah replied. “Older woman, gray hair in a bun, wearing a navy blue dress. James said her name is Dr. Rose.”
I looked around and instantly spotted her—a petite woman who looked to be in her sixties, sipping from a flute of champagne and nodding politely as some man in an expensive suit droned on at her.
She didn’t look like someone involved in a conspiracy to kidnap elementals. Then again, neither did my stepmother, and that b***h was apparently the mastermind of the whole operation.
After exchanging one look of understanding, Elijah grabbed two glasses of red wine from a passing server’s tray and handed one to me. Then, with easy confidence, he began weaving through the crowd toward the doctor, making it look like we were simply mi
