One Last Whisper (The Governess: Book 6): An engrossing psychological thriller filled with shocking twists by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2024-11-29T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It doesn’t occur to me until the next morning to wonder why Lord Edmund is here. He only left for London two days ago. Has he returned already?

Well, clearly he has. But why? Surely, he has business with parliament.

I ask Theresa the next morning. She shrugs and informs me, “His Lordship is often back and forth. He has a private aircraft he takes when he must visit London. He keeps his professional and private lives separate. I’ve never seen him conduct business here, and if he must entertain, he entertains at his house in London.”

“He has a house in London?”

“Aye. Most of the lords do. There are times when their work requires extended stays in our nation’s capital. Staying in a hotel room is not something men of that stature do for any length of time, so they purchase homes to use when in London.”

“I see.”

I wonder if his house in London could have any bearing on this mystery, but if it could, how doesn’t come to mind right away. The point is that it’s not out of the ordinary for him to be gone for short periods of time.

I change the subject. “Did you hear the storm last night?”

Theresa frowns. “Storm? What storm?”

My brow furrows. “The storm. Did you not hear it?”

She shakes her head slowly. “Mary, there was no storm last night.”

“There was,” I insist. I had to close Lord Edmund’s library window again and clean up the water the storm blew inside.”

Mary walks to the kitchen window and opens it. I follow her, and my stomach flips when I see the garden outside. It’s lush and vibrant. It’s also dry. There’s not a drop of water anywhere to be seen besides the fountains. Even more telling, the sky is a uniform clear blue without a single cloud.

My knees begin to tremble. I couldn’t have imagined that storm. If it were only the cries I heard, I would say I had mistaken them, but I saw the rain. I felt it. Hell, I spent twenty minutes cleaning it.

Had I imagined all of that? But… the conversation with Lord Edmund… surely that was real. “His Lordship is here, yes?” I ask Theresa.

“He’s here. He’s in the dining room eating breakfast with Lady Cordelia and Master Oliver. Are you all right, Mary?”

I am far from all right. Last night was far too vivid to have been a dream, yet I am staring at evidence that what I experienced wasn’t real. Is this castle affecting me the way it’s affecting Lady Cordelia?

I don’t say that, of course. I just shake my head and say, “I’m fine. I… suppose something else must have made that mess.”

Theresa nods warily. “Perhaps.”

A cry comes to our ears from the dining room. Theresa and I both rush to see what’s wrong and find Lady Cordelia standing with her hand to her mouth. Lord Edmund is also on his feet, frowning darkly at the figure of Inspector Hargreaves. He is the first person I hear speak.

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