Dearne went to stand by his sister. “I think we all need to talk, Holbrook.”
His brother faltered a little, clearly wanting Araminta on her own, but to Dearne’s surprise, he nodded in agreement.
“Perhaps you would both accompany me to my study.”
Dearne escorted his sister, who was looking a little green about the gills. “Chin up,” he whispered to her as they followed Holbrook down the corridor.
“I need to speak to you first. Before we talk to him,” she whispered, clutching his arm. “Do something.”
Dearne raised his eyebrows and was going to speak, but he saw Araminta’s fear was very real.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, stopping walking and putting a hand to his head. “Oh, my word,” he continued. “Araminta, could you…” He staggered a little and Araminta grabbed him.
“Holbrook, Holbrook, help me
