Beatrice swallowed, hardly listening. “I…was anyone else in the car with me?” The question came out raspy and weak. Dr. Jacobs winced sympathetically. “Just the Revere Guard who was driving, Your Majesty. I’m sorry to say that he died on impact.” No no no. “I…was it Connor?” “I believe his name was Shane Bartlett.” Beatrice’s relief was so acute, she gasped out loud. Sam shot her a strange look. “What made you ask about Connor?”
WHAT JUST?! Also this is just like the bush sisters
