“Hide-and-seek is over! You can join us now!” Who is he summoning? My torturers, brought in to reinforce his threat? “So, no more unauthorized chariot rides, I think. No mocking me on or off camera,” he continues. “And I have a belated birthday gift for you. I want it treated with the gratitude it deserves.” He inclines his head in the direction of the conservatory. Standing in the doorway is Louella McCoy.
Bullshit. No way. The gasp that left my mouth has beat out all the previous jaw droppings
