Jonas dried himself off and got dressed as Francesca went to wash.
He had expected her to dismiss it when he asked her to go and find Elizabeth with him, but she was still in an amicable mood, and she seemed to understand that he was serious about this.
When they left Francesca’s room he brushed his hand against hers and pulled her softly in the opposite direction to Elizabeth’s room.
“She’s in the library.”
She did not question the fact she had locked the library door after she burned the old book containing her family tree; she did not feel like explaining why she had locked it.
Jonas had guessed that Elizabeth would still be sat where he had left her. She would probably have stayed there all night if they had not gone back to talk to her now.
When they opened the door she shot ar
