Rosamund
I didn't answer.
Morwen's question hung in the air between us: " Has the Duke not told you everything?" and I let it hang because I'd seen this game before.
Growing up in Hadley Cross, I'd encountered my share of women who claimed to see beyond the veil. Fortune tellers at fairs. Herbalists in village markets. A travelling seer who'd set up a tent near the boarding house and charged girls a penny to hear their futures.
They all operated the same way. They studied your face, read your body, catalogued every flinch and flicker and then handed you exactly what you wanted to hear, wrapped in just enough truth to make the lies go down smoothly.
Morwen was smarter than any of them, but the method was the same.
Also, Morwen may know something about me that I was hiding. Perhaps, she knew I'd start hearing the voices too.
