Chapter 5
“The power is out,” Armand said, needlessly. Twenty-nine pairs of frightened eyes focused on him as he trudged back into the room. “I want you to all sit still.”
The planes had died away, and the quiet was eerie, dead air.
Madame Bonnefoy, as well as Ms. Milovskaya and Ms. Roma, appeared in the open doorway, similar looks of half-worry, half-crushing relief, painted across their faces.
Ms. Milovskaya was the first to speak. “Is everyone all right? I don’t—”
“Jeanne just tore out of here!” Charles yelled. He was the only one not huddled on the floor; he stood straight, agitated. “Someone has to find her. I think she’s ill.”
Ms. Milovskaya was speechless for a moment, guilt written on her features. “Oh—oh my, Armand, what—”
“She took off before I could stop her,” Armand e
