Sheppard. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower. She had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick. . She heard the sounds of Rhea scuttling about, and then feeding, brutally. ’ ‘I fetched them with my clothes when the son of madame took me to see Marthe,’ Melusine admitted. And of course! She had a brilliant idea. Nobody who cared.
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