The next morning after the event, I went with Nicholas to speak with Julian. He was in a sitting room, sipping coffee while reading through a newspaper. Terry’s face was plastered all over the front page, under the headline: Traitor.
It still didn’t seem real. I expected him to pop out from any corner.
Though perhaps Terry wasn’t the one to be afraid of anymore. After all, Jane was the one who had sent that knife flying for my face. I shuddered to think what might have happened if Nicholas hadn’t been there with me.
“Julian, we need to talk,” Nicholas said as we approached Julian at his small round table.
Julian motioned toward the two other chairs at his table. “Coffee?”
Nicholas and I glanced at each other, then sat down. A pair of servants immediately delivered two cups of coffee f
