Chapter 9
“That boy can be such a drama queen.”
I opened my eyes at Lee’s voice, and found myself on the parlor couch, Flora at my side fanning me with an old issue of some tabloid—DOG WITH HUMAN HANDS COMPOSES MAGNUM OPUS!—and looking excited.
“Yes, yes. He’s always reminded me of a young Claude Rains.”
I pushed myself up, finding my brother and Lee watching me from the doorway. “Did you kill him?” There was a part of me that hope he had, and that he’d made him suffer.
“Of course not.” Lee frowned, and used a linen napkin stolen from the dining table to wipe his hands. “It’s called acting. I’m a stage legend for a reason.”
“Then what happened?” I stood up and looked around.
“Well, much like yourself, he fainted.”
“Fuck.” I took a deep breath, trying to dissipate some of my lighthe
