CHAPTER 15
A WOMAN BUNDLED up in a blanket—now, that sounded remarkably familiar. Under the table, Coco crushed Rhys’s hand in a death grip. The blood was being squeezed out of it, and one of his fingers made a cracking noise. Had they shared the same thought? Rhys managed to free his thumb, and he stroked it over her knuckles, trying to soothe her and think logically at the same time.
“You can’t possibly think the legend’s true?”
Uncle Albert sighed. “I’m saying I don’t know what to think. Something strange happened in my greenhouse that night, and the only person who knows for sure what went on is Remi Leroux.”
“Remi Leroux? That’s the Frenchman’s name?”
Albert nodded. “At least, that’s what he claimed. Who knows whether he was telling the truth? All I know is that he’s rich, becaus
