CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Remi’s heart raced. The community college professor stood barely ten meters from her, giving her a defiant sneer.
“Professor Laurent. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Remi, tense, resisted the urge to back away. She remembered summers in Provence as a child on her grandparents’ farm, and being told if one of the neighborhood dogs growled at her to stand her ground and not show fear.
Andrew Critchfield shook his head. “I have to admit I got you wrong. I thought you were just some ivory tower bookworm. Turns out you’re a nut.”
“Me?”
A nobody teacher working at some nowhere community college calling one of the world’s leading medievalists a nut? The nerve!
But don’t the insane always think everyone else is mad?
Remi didn’t move. She resisted the urge to look over her
