“I believe I see why Bartholomew de Veers disappeared,” I said. “You had a hand in that, didn"t you?”
“He may have had some help, but it wasn"t from me, Milady. Please, have a seat.”
With a huff, I sat beside Selene on a cushioned fainting couch. Thankfully bustles hadn"t come into fashion yet, and we wore narrow everyday skirts. How had we ended up in period appropriate dress? Had that been part of the trap?
And had the man who creepily watched me sleep been part of it?
“Fine, what do you want?” I mimed checking my wristwatch, then remembered he wouldn"t know that that meant. “We don"t have all day.” All right, technically we had almost two hundred years, but I wasn"t going to say that. He didn"t seem to recognize that we came from a different time period, so we had that to our advant
