Behind me, Hugh murmured, “That went well.” “Give them time,” Elara said. “Steed,” Hugh said. I stopped. One wrong word to Christopher and I would murder him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Barabas. His eyes had gone bright red. “You’ve survived,” Christopher said. “You know what they say about me. Hard to kill. I have some things to apologize for.” “Come by the house,” Christopher said. “303 Forest Lane. We’ll talk.”
