6
An hour later, I’m marching down the southwest passageway in Arx Hall. The place is an ornate corridor made of gilded walls and marble floors.
Next stop: Ethan and the Chamber of Reflection.
“Not so fast, my sweetling.” That would be Evil Lincoln, who is currently huffing and puffing his way behind me. Whoever this loser really is, the dude is not in shape. My Lincoln would be disgusted.
I consider replying to His Evilness, but then pick up the pace instead. There’s no point interacting with my fake husband. I’ve interrogated my share of criminals. When my tail was against Evil Lincoln’s neck, the creep looked frightened enough to wet himself. In that moment, if Evil Lincoln had known anything about my real husband’s whereabouts, it would have come a-tumbling from his lips.
But Evil
