Lucrezia is glad for the piano to lean back against, one hand striking the highest notes while the other reaches for her necklace out of habit yet finding none. The only question in her mind is what can I do? What can I do?
She lowers her voice to match his too. "Lloyd Irving and Father Nightroad. Who else could know?"
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She lowers her voice to match his too. "Lloyd Irving and Father Nightroad. Who else could know?"