"Do you have records of what they did after? Or if I can call them?" I ask, watching as Drexel paces the room, bored as I search through the files. "I have their names but nothing else."
Drexel looks toward me, raising an eyebrow as I stand before him, needing the information. "All of those who quite the service are allowed to erase their information from the years of their arrive," Drexel explains.
"What about where to contact, surly these women have a number or address I can reach them at?" I'm needing the information. "I need it." But I already know Lillian is dead, as Trent told me. Or was he lying? Was he just saying she was dead, or is she?
Drexel shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh. My heart skips a beat as my stomach falls to my feet. "I can't tell you that, Lady Sybil," he
