The Missing of Clairdelune (The Mirror Visitor, #2)

by Christelle Dabos

“In fact, I pity you even more than her. I knew Mr. Thorn wasn’t very sentimental, but still, one would have to have clockwork for a heart to see you as merely a pair of hands.

“Precisely. He has other fish to fry at the moment, so best I leave him in peace.”

making him eat his words ouuuu

“I’m considering all options to save us from famine,” he replied, consulting his fob watch. “If it were just up to me, I would first select the fattest minister, but cannibalism is an illegal practice, even in the Pole.”

I was like wow he cracked a joke for once! But then I realized he probably isn't joking.

“Mr. Treasurer, I was wondering where you were!” “Here,” Thorn replied, as though stating the obvious.

She would read it for no more than a few seconds, just long enough to reassure herself that Thorn hadn’t lied to her this time, too. Ophelia closed her hand around nothing. No. Not like that. That was the worst way of learning how to trust again.

“If Madam Hildegarde is implicated, one way or another, in the disappearance of Archibald,” said Thorn, “I will get flowers personally delivered to her in prison.” “I didn’t hear that,” Baron Melchior said, diplomatically.

phantasmagoria

Only Gail was moving amid this inactivity, banging her palm on a table. She was shouting at Baron Melchior, and Ophelia could clearly read the word “innocence” on her lips. Would they remain friends after all this? Ophelia had the unpleasant feeling of finding herself on the wrong side of the fence, as though justice was the real guilty party. In the end, weren’t Mother Hildegarde’s employees the victims, more than the accomplices, in this affair?

“I wanted to help you,” Ophelia finally said, her voice hoarse. “I’ve ruined everything.” “You have regrets? I don’t.”