“A servant girl at the Moore mansion gave it to me,” I tell him, my eyes on his face. “Her name’s Jenny. She has a large burn scar on the right side of her face.”
Adam goes still in an almost unnatural way, his face stiff, “What did you say?”
His words are a threadbare whisper.
Unnerved, I repeat myself and I see a savage pain in his eyes, “Jenny? Jenny’s still alive?”
He seems so shocked and devastated. But under the agony, there is relief, but I feel confused, “How do you know her?”
Adam’s jaw is tense, “She’s my little sister. I thought - I thought Jason had killed her or worse.”
What could be worse than killing someone?
I don’t realise that I’ve spoken aloud till he gives me a pointed look and something within me goes still as horror fills me, “He wanted her too?”
Adam looks an
