Chapter Forty-Three
Icarus watched Miss Trentham crouch alongside Cuthbertson. “I can hear when people tell lies,” she said, in a conversational tone. “And you have told a number of lies this morning, Colonel Cuthbertson.”
Cuthbertson lifted his head and glared at her.
“You didn’t tell Maria about the rendezvous because she was afraid, did you?”
Cuthbertson wheezed, and said nothing.
“Tell me, Colonel. Or I shall let Icarus hit you again.”
“b***h,” Cuthbertson muttered.
Icarus took a jerky step forward, hands clenched.
“It would be best if you answered my question, Colonel. As you can see, Icarus has a short temper. Maria wasn’t afraid, was she?”
Cuthbertson pressed his bloody lips together.
“Was she?”
Icarus took another step forward.
Cuthbertson didn’t cringe from him, but he
