Chapter 18
“Which one of them did it?” Viola asked, but Liv’s chair was blocking the way for any of them to get back into the main room.
“Can’t you shut those dogs up?” Liv demanded, then flinched back as Warrior lunged at her. But she wasn’t attacking her, just hopping over the top of Liv’s hover chair to run to Ottilie’s side.
Scout had thought, as Viola apparently had, that one of the dogs had knocked the bottle to the floor, but that wasn’t what had happened. The broken pieces were all around Ottilie’s feet, Ottilie who had been cuffed in a chair nowhere near the bottle on the table. But somehow she had gotten it, smashed it, and cut both her wrists to pieces trying to get out of the chair.
“Ottilie!” Warrior yelled, grasping the older woman’s head and tipping it back to look into
