“Can we help?” I asked, stepping toward him. “No, my lady Darcy,” he said. “Please return to your room. We will find the culprit swiftly.” “You don’t think it’s to do with Lionel?” Tory asked, her right hand tightening into a fist as Catalina’s spine straightened at his name. “As of yet, there is no sign of further attack,” Hamish said. “But we will be most vigilant, of course.”
