"Let's go see what we can find," Cheryl said, and helped Diana get to her feet.
Hand in hand, they left the room, not even taking time to glance at Lyon in passing now that they had found each other. Let's go upstairs," Diana said, nodding toward the stairway. "Okay?"
"By me," Cheryl concluded, smiling agreeably. "Sure, c'mon." Her hand tightened around Diana's and they ascended slowly, looking like two ingenues in a haunted mansion.
"How long have you been here?" Diana asked, her eyes scanning the gloomy dark elevation looming ahead; it was darker here in the absence of any candles along the stairway.
"Half an hour or so." Cheryl shrugged. "Not long. I came with a girl friend. Modiste. Maybe we'll see her." Her hand squeezed Diana's more tightly. "You like chocolate, Diana? Maybe we c
