Chapter 54 The Knox
The Knox
February
Oh, Vivian. I see you are up to your old tricks, taking the liberty of riffling through my furniture. (What in geomancy’s name are you searching for?) As I have said before, I do not take kindly to unwanted scrutiny—nor do the members.
There is no shortage of watchful eyes tonight. You simply picked the wrong time to nose about. It is an evening of considerable importance for the society, and I am sorry to say that your little forays do not rate.
Rather, I am not sorry in the slightest.
I advise you to sit back and buckle up your corset or Hermès belt or whatever garment it is that you ladies now favor. Because things will shortly become very interesting.
Oh—and that note Xavier set aside for you in my mailbox? You cannot just discard the note in my water closet, flush it away in hopes its message will disappear. It is not that simple.
Your fingers were not the first to unfold the note. Your eyes were not the first to read it.
Others, my dear, are onto you.