“So…she’s a friend of yours, then?”
After recovering from her momentary shock and embarrassment—Amélie nodded to Amy, trying to gather her dignity around her, even if she didn’t have any clothes at present. “Yes, I told you about her once. She is my friend from America. The one who surprised me in New York for lunch.”
Amy gave another little frustrated growl, pulling her ears and tail back in as she knotted the belt at the waist of her dressing gown again, giving Fantasma a very skeptical look. “But what is she doing here?”
Leah coughed lightly, making them both turn to look at her as she smoothed down her nightshirt. “She said something about thinking that Lady was dying—and that she was tracking your phone.”
“Dying?” Amy shook her head, then sighed. “Well. We’re not getting anywhere
