Chapter 13
Frankie
“All right,” Benedict says once I’m showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, back in Lady Ursaline’s manor. I’m safely ensconced on a couch with a glass of scotch in my hand. I take a sip and grimace, handing the half full glass to him. He downs it in one swallow and sets it aside. Instead of taking a seat next to me on the couch, he lifts me up and sits back down with me in his lap. “Tell me what happened.”
“I should've told you from the start.” I can’t look at him. I’m grateful the room is dark, a few lamps offering pools of light that don’t touch the greater gloom. Fitting for this conversation. “I never thought it would come out. If I had—”
“Shh, Frankie. I know.”
“There was a boy,” I start slowly, “and I thought I knew what I was doing. I’d watched so many
