…and smiled. Not a polite, accommodating smile, but a slow, razor-sharp grin that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Of course, Aunt Beatrice,” I murmured, my voice smooth and dangerously calm. …
…and smiled. Not a polite, accommodating smile, but a slow, razor-sharp grin that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Of course, Aunt Beatrice,” I murmured, my voice smooth and dangerously calm. …
…and smiled. Not a polite, accommodating smile, but a slow, razor-sharp grin that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Of course, Aunt Beatrice,” I murmured, my voice smooth and dangerously calm. …
