"Too bad," she said. "Now you're getting into
trouble." She gave me an oily smile of glee before
spinning around in her chair to return to her room. I
continued downstairs quickly and entered the sitting room. Daphne was seated on the sofa, but Bruce was standing beside her, his hands clasped before him. He was scowling, which was a face he wore more for her
sake than for mine.
"Get in here," Daphne said when I paused just
inside the doorway. I approached her, my heart
pounding. "I thought I told you not to go to Jean. I
thought I told you not to tell him anything," she said
quickly.
"Daddy would have wanted him to know," I
replied. "And besides, if I hadn't told him, he would
have been waiting for Daddy and wondering why he
never came."
She smirked. "I'm sure he doesn't wonder about
anything." Her eyes became thin slits and her lips
tightened for a moment. "Who took you? Beau?" I
didn't respond, and she nodded with that cold smile.
"His parents are not going to be happy to hear that he
was party to this disobedience. Since you've been at
Greenwood, he hasn't been in any trouble, but as soon
as you return . . ."
"Please don't get him into trouble. He wasn't
party to anything. He was just nice enough to drive
me up there."
She shook her head and gazed at Bruce, who
mirrored her disdain.
"Anyway," I continued, gathering my courage,
"now I know the real reason why you didn't want me
to go to see him." I spoke so sharply that Bruce's