The Assailant
It occurred to me that I might scream and instantly have two women, the four men inside, and the carriage-men outside rush to me for aid. But they’d come through the door beside me. The man had three ways out of this alley, and I wanted answers.
I knew this face: the man at Dame Anastasia’s factory, over three years before. But this was no bumbling fool. Whilst his ears were still big and his skin still poor, he’d lost weight and no longer wore spectacles. His hair was clean and he dressed as a gentleman, entirely in black. “I don’t believe this!” It was Dame Anastasia’s great-nephew, Trey Louis. “What are you doing here? However did you escape?”
youHis face turned amused. “Why does everyone act like you’re some genius? My Lady, you ask entirely the wrong questions. But if
