CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A door slammed further down the passage, and Cassie heard Marc shout again. She shrank back into Pierre’s bedroom, instinctively wanting to hide, but in this tidy, minimalist space there was nowhere to go.
Pierre and Margot might head straight into the modern bathroom, or the study, or the dressing room, and they would see her immediately if they did. Hiding under the bed would simply invite disaster.
Cassie tried to reassure herself by remembering how Marc loved to run ahead of the others. Hopefully, the rest of the family was still on their way upstairs, in which case it would be better if they found her leaving the room, rather than waiting inside. She had to make a decision now, because they might already be wondering where she was, and expecting her to run and help
