Fifty-Five
Cecelia Porter
“I’m engaged,” I repeated.
“You’re engaged,” Marlowe said, stepping forward. “They couldn’t let you be associated with The Guillotine----”
“I wasn’t at something for The Guillotine,” I said, “it’s for some new group. Something called The Sun and Moon Alliance. They want to rebuild Coleum.”
“It sounds like The Guillotine under a new name,” said Marlowe.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I didn’t stay long. As soon as I found out what they were, I left. Or I tried to. They wanted to talk to me. They were trying to convince me that my parents were spies.”
Marlowe raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“They think that my parents were spies, and that they raised Delilah to be the perfect candidate for Queen.”
Marlowe frowned. “Is that----”
