Twenty Five
IT’S ADRIANA,” TATIANA said, sitting forward on the sofa.
“How could it be? How could she be giving Morgan these powers?” Mary asked, her tea cup clattering into its saucer.
“I don’t know. But they’ve got to be coming from her. Nothing else in his life has changed.”
“Perhaps there is something or someone else you don’t know about?” Mary asked, and then began stuttering, “I…I mean… certainly there isn’t… well, you know everything…”
“I know everything that goes on at Vallentyn, do not think for a moment I don’t,” Tatiana said with dangerous quiet. She had always liked her eldest daughter, but sometimes she spoke without thinking.
“Yes, of course you do, but couldn’t there be something…”
“Do not prove yourself the i***t, Mary,” Tatiana said, not even bothering to become ang
