THAT WASN’T GRACE. I sat up straighter. Leaned forward as the camera panned around wildly before coming to rest on Luke’s great aunt.
The same scars and wrinkles I remembered lined her face. But her eyes were wild with exhilaration. Oh, and did I mention the knife pressed up against her great grand niece’s neck?
Aunt May waited a moment, making sure I took it all in. The way Carly’s hand hovered an inch from the knife blade. The tremble of the girl’s lip as she tried and failed to maintain stoicism in the face of a mortal threat from her own ancestor.
She. I blinked. Victor hadn’t been talking about Ruth after all.
“I see we understand each other.” The old woman smiled as puzzle pieces fitted themselves together in my memory. “So I can skip the explanations, hm? Won’t have to answer fr
