Dark Plans

“Who the heck did you think it was?” She pulled herself over the edge of the bed and crept sideways toward me. Eyeing me as though I might chuck her across the room again.

“I didn’t know! I thought you were a rat! Why didn’t you say something?”

“Would a talking rat have made you feel better?” She turned and put her fists on her hips in a chastising way.

Likely not. I eyed her standing there so belligerently.

“Don’t give me that stance. You practically are a rat.” I flounced. Dropping back to my butt on the bed.

Feeling foolish for having gotten so scared over nothing.

But this house is filled with oddities.

And I was still daunted by the things Bodin had said to me so recently.

That he suspected Ginny, my maid since I was twelve and she was barely older, may have had some involvement in my father’s death.

Which makes her frequent absences even more suspicious. I was growing increasingly more concerned that what he was saying was possible.