Chapter Thirty-Three
Denis walked with Madame Mangin down the long sweep toward the street. No words were exchanged. Although she held her back straight and her air confident, he noticed how tired and beaten down she was.
At the gate, he bowed and kissed her hand. She allowed it but immediately afterwards retreated a step.
“I hope your claim will be justified,” Denis said.
Madame Alain looked at him with her sky-coloured eyes. She swallowed visibly. Something floated in the air between them. Denis felt a small yet energetic force that hit him, a tiny vortex in the air. His stomach went cold.
“Monsieur,” the old woman said. “L’amour c’est la mort qui se repose”
She turned and walked away to where her carriage was waiting.
Denis looked over his shoulder.
Hundreds of meters behind him
