Chapter Nine

My water was cold by the time we realized we’d better get me dressed and down to dinner before someone came looking for me. I shivered through my bath like a trooper and dressed as quickly as possible. It was of the utmost importance to keep Isabelle’s presence a secret.  Elizabeth proved a valuable ally in this cause.  Her admiration and reverence for Rosalie spilled onto Isabelle.  There was nothing the lady’s maid wouldn’t do to guarantee my friend’s safety.  Although grateful, I couldn’t help being a little jealous.  I got the impression that if it came to a choice between saving Isabelle or me, I’d lose.

With Isabelle tucked safely away under the watchful eye of Elizabeth, I went about my daily routine as Lady Margaret while I furthered my discoveries of the type of person she was.  I learned that she’d been born into a magical family.  When I learned her parents were kin to the faeries, b