Chapter 167

How long before I'd go mad locked away, able to hear people talking and laughing outside my tomb as though all was normal, when I was alone for eternity?

I'd never feel the sun warm my face, the grass tickle my bare feet. Never hear braying laughter or smell that oaky amber scotch and chocolate scent. Adrenaline flooded my system, my muscles locked tight with no release and my heart threatening to explode out of my chest. I bit my lip, the blood beading on my tongue, salty and hot, in counterpoint to the cold sweat rolling over my skin.

I'd yelled myself hoarse when a strip of light pierced my eyes, revealing the Queen.

Mrs. Hudson was barking. The Queen couldn't have hurt the puppy, could she?

"You showed your hand too soon, chica." She made a tsking noise that was devoid of all mercy and held up the napkin with the lip print and the lipstick tube. The envelope would have been destroyed when she opened it.