Chapter 11Before Aurora could speak, Voltaire eased himself casually in front of her. He’s trying to shield me. The gentlemanly gesture touched Aurora, but she was ready to stand her own ground.
Then a voice rang out, recognisable despite its shrillness.
“What are you doing here?” Lalia came into view, her face creased into a frown. “This area is off limits. Were you not told to remain in your rooms?”
“We weren’t to know.” Voltaire replied, turning a circle, his hands up. He winked as he made eye contact with Aurora. “One part looks like another to us. Anyway, although we were told we had to stay in our rooms, Aurora is distraught with worry over her brother. I ask you, as a gentleman what else could I do, when approached by a damsel in distress, other than answer her call? We’d seen yo
