She swung her gaze toward Marcia, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know you.” “I was introduced when we arrived here,” said Marcia nervously. “No, I remember that,” said Pete. “Your name is Marcia, and you travel with the Count of Goldengreen. They said all that. But I don’t know you. Something about you isn’t right. Who are you?” “I’m nobody,” said Marcia,
Pete taking notice of Marcia and her weirdness..
