Chapter Eleven

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I have never felt so betrayed in all my years of living. To think that my own loyal Marcus would steal from me!

Jonathan had been suspecting he'd get to this point sooner or later. That didn't make it any easier to swallow.

He denied it, of course, but I could see through his lie. If he was innocent, he wouldn't have flung himself to the floor and insisted otherwise.

Seeing as other pages mentioned 'thirty lashes' and 'set the hounds on them', he had trouble believing that. He'd have to keep the dog thing in mind, though-common phobia.

I will not tolerate theft under any circumstances. Allow it once and they'll think they can try it again. That will not stand. This will be dealt with at dawn.

He turned the page. The ink was thick here and the writing was hurried-despite his earlier bravado, Elias was disturbed.

It is finished. But the gag was not tied properly-fools-and as he dangled there he swore that I would pay for what I had done.

There was more-the body had been burned as an example to anyone getting ideas, and then he went into the exciting description of taxes. Ugh.

"He won't leave."

He flinched and dropped the book, bending down to grab it before she could see what it was.

"You shouldn't be up."

"Mum's sleeping and he won't leave." She looked at him, eyes dull. "Why."

"Come on." He got up, feeling things pop, and took her by the shoulders. "You shouldn't be out of bed."

"He got closer." she mumbled. "Now he's by my bed."

Of course he was.

"You're imagining things, Kitty."

She dug in her heels and refused to be guided out of the room. Why did she have to make things difficult, couldn't she see unicorns or something?

"Come on."

"Make him go away."

"How."

"I don't know."

Come on, Kitty, say you're joking. It's not funny but I'll laugh if you want me to.

"Do you want to stay in here?"

Nod, nod.

"I'm just going to tell your mother where you are, all right? She'll worry."

"No."

"Yes."

That got her to follow him, clinging tightly to his robe with shaky fingers. She would only go halfway down the hall, however, before letting go and staying still, leaning against the wall.

Mrs. Richardson was asleep in the chair, snoring softly. She looked exhausted and he hated to wake her up. Out of habit-maybe Batman had found them-he did a quick sweep of the room. Nothing.

"Mrs. Richardson." He shook her. "Mrs. Richardson."

"Mm?"

"Kitty refuses to come back in here." It was cold in here and it did feel like someone was standing behind him...no. He shouldn't pay any attention to her, she was sick. "She's still insisting there's a man."

"Mm." She wasn't awake at all, was she. "Watch her."

She shuffled off towards her own room and he went back to his, catching Kitty on the way.

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