Chapter Nineteen
They moved Lily to the sofa and were just draping a blanket over her when Lucy and Mia arrived, “Run and get my bag, Lucy. Smelling salts, quickly.” She barely had time to see who was on the sofa before turning sharply around to fetch what he needed.
“Wine, someone bring some red wine,” the doctor ordered to anyone who would listen. A half empty glass was handed to him. Gently he rubbed the liquid onto Lily’s lips. “Lily,” he said in earnest, “Lily, what’s happened?”
She moaned faintly as her head rocked back and forth, eyelids fluttering to open. “Maitre Addams…” she said for the third time. “Miss Vivianne…”
“What about her? Do you know where she is? Does Strathmore have her?”
A trembling sigh shook the poor girl’s whole body. “I ran away,” she mumbled, eyes trying
