There was a tap on my bedroom door. “Yes?”
“Mother, Uncle Bryan was on the phone. He’ll be stopping by in about twenty minutes. I’ll wait until he gets her before I leave to meet Lacey.”
“All right, sweetheart. Thank you.” I shed my riding habit and took a quick shower, then dressed and rather than put my hair up in its usual French twist, I simply plaited it.
Alyona brought Bryan to the back parlor. His eyes were tired, and he had a scruffy look, as if he hadn’t shaved in days. “You look about fifteen,” he said.
“Which is why I don’t usually wear my hair this way.” I went to him and kissed his cheek. “It’s good to see you.”
“Same here, little sister.” There was alcohol on his breath.
“Ludovic called to let me know that Jefferson is all right.”
“Quinn told me. I’m sorry, Portia. I d
