*Ines*
"I'll say". I agree. All of this running around playing spies, or what you want to call it, is leaving my stomach rather queasy. It is exciting, to be sure, but nothing in which I wish to participate on a regular basis. I have no idea how often the two of them have done stuff like this, but I am sure it’s not the first time.
I turn to Nick. “Did Oliver come in here ?”
He shakes his head. “But I heard him in the hall”.
"He had us trapped for a few minutes in the east drawing room”. I shudder. “It was terrifying".
Jackson shoots me an oddly appraising look.
“I brought the paper, quills, and ink”. I continue, depositing the writing equipment on Oliver's desk. “Shall we copy the documents now ? I would like to get going. I really had never intended to spend so much time here agai
