Lilianna Rubidoux sat at her desk with a quill in her hand when she felt a familiar tingling behind her eyes. She closed them, drew a little power from the nearest individual, and opened her mind to the incoming message. “Bonsoir, Madam Lefete,” she relayed in a cordial tone. “What news from the hallowed halls of the Laveau mansion tonight?”
Bonsoir“Nothing good where you and the Rubidoux are concerned, I fear,” the lovely mulatto said with a strong island accent.
“What are you talking about, Madam?” Lilianna asked with feigned concern. It was something she’d been expecting for some time. Georgette or one of her supporters had likely sent off missives to that Laveau upstart about her work here. She scratched her head and waited for Lizzette Lefete’s reply.
“Word has reached Madam Laveau
