Perrat, Liza books

Wolfsangel

‘Bonjour, monsieur,’ I said to the same guard sitting outside room 6. ‘Cold out today, isn’t it?’ ‘Touch of snow in the air, mademoiselle,’ he said, patting his hip. ‘So the old joints tell me.’ I saw Patrick and Olivier once more, both still feverish and horribly ill looking. ‘This afternoon,’ I...