If their pale complexions were anything to go by, though, she’d guess they were closer to interrogations. At first she’d thought he would let her sit in on the interviews, but he hadn’t. Then she’d done a little interrogating of her own, but he refused to give anything up. So she’d asked to be left behind, but that was a no-go as well. Finally she resigned herself to the futility of her position and did her best to find ways to entertain herself while he was grilling the poor people. But, by the third day, she was more than a little grumpy. She was tired of him not trusting her alone and yet, at the same time, not trusting her to actually be with him. Especially since today Thomas, her father’s lackey, the same one who had Molly acting all weird, was stopping by for a visit. Just thinking about Thomas being under the same roof and not knowing what he was planning made her fidgety and restless. She had to move. The covers pooled around her waist as she sat up in the bed. And, though he was still asleep, Isaac rolled away from her as she stretched her legs under the sheets.
