THIRTEEN
“MURDER? HOPE WAS MURDERED? When?” I asked, backing away from the muscular young woman who bowled in through the door. “I had no idea where she went, let alone what happened to her, but I certainly haven’t killed her!”
Theo, what’s going on here? Murder?
I don’t know, but the mare must be handled carefully. This is a serious situation.
You ain’t just whistlin’ ‘Dixie’!
“I fear there has been a misunderstanding about my client’s situation, your grace,” Theo said suavely, positioning himself between me and the bailiff.
The mare stared at Theo for a moment, thawing visibly when he smiled at her.
Oh, that’s subtle, I thought at him.
Subtle doesn’t win the fair maiden.
I sent him thoughts of what I’d like to do to him at that very moment.
You are a bloodthirsty little thing,
