The Guests
Mary stood nearby, hands to her mouth. Blitz took a step back. “She shot at you?”
shotI’ll never forget Maria Athena’s face, half lit in darkness.
She looked terrified.
She shot at me!
meI’d done nothing to her! Why was she so afraid?
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Mary said.
Someone rapped on the front door.
“Come on,” Mary whispered. She pulled on my arm. “It could be the police.”
I let her pull me along into my room — which fortunately had the curtains shut — then I looked down. My charcoal walking dress was smeared with Madame’s darkening blood.
Mary closed my door at the same moment Blitz opened the front door. “Okay,” Blitz said to whoever it was. Then his voice turned inside the house. “They want you back at the Manor.”
“Will she be well?” Honor sounded
