“Have they found out who did it?” I asked, my voice low and scratchy as I strained my neck from the pillow, trying to sit up. A dull ache tugged behind my eyes, but I ignored it. I caught sight of Lucy emerging from the dressing room, dragging the hoover behind her like it weighed a ton.
She avoided my eyes as she walked past the bed, heading toward the door with her back to me. “It was dark, from what I heard, ma’am. The person who drugged you… they turned off the power.”
I frowned. “But how is that possible?” My voice was sharper now, edged with confusion. “They’d have to know this place inside out to even figure out where the breaker is.”
Lucy paused at the door, hand gripping the frame, then looked over her shoulder. “Don’t stress yourself too much, ma’am. I’m sure Mr. Blackwood is
