(Livia)
I looked at the guard, trying to understand why Mr. Collins would send me a warning. He had followed Julian's instructions since I arrived at the mansion. I couldn't imagine him helping me escape. I folded the paper and slipped it into my handbag.
"Who wrote this?"
"I was told to deliver it, ma'am."
"Did Mr. Collins write it?"
"I don't know."
"Then who gave it to you?"
The guard glanced toward the staircase. He looked uncomfortable answering my questions, and I wondered whether someone was listening. I needed to warn Rachel before she reached the service road. Unfortunately, I had no way of contacting her.
"Please, I need to make a phone call."
"I'm not authorized to lend you my phone."
"Someone could get hurt."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Prescott."
I looked toward the staircase
