Moonsommer
“She’s gotten worse,” James affirmed again to Diana, later when he escorted her back up to her room. “Which is saying something.” They’d left the Westerlys and Evangeline downstairs, engaged in secretive whispers and glances. It made Diana feel paranoid, but she could almost swear they were communicating somehow, without her knowing. Even James wasn’t out of the loop, it seemed. When he’d decided to escort her upstairs, it had been as though some switch flipped. One minute they all sat, rather ill at ease, in the kitchen, and suddenly he was standing and telling Diana that they should go. “At least I know I’m not the only one who thinks so,” Diana replied. She paused at the open to door to her room, looking over at James. “Come in? I’m not sure I can take another night just sitting here s
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