Chapter 13

“What are you really thinking?” I asked. “I’m thinking about that photograph!” she confessed. “I believe it was—Madame Ingomar! And, Shan, that woman terrifies me! I begged uncle not to allow her to come here—and he just laughed at me! I don’t know why he couldn’t see it . . . but she is dreadfully evil! I have caught her watching you, when you didn’t know, in a way. . . .” I bent down and rested my head against her tangled curls. “Well?” I said, my arm about her shoulders. “I thought you . . . found her attractive…