I: The Gathering Storm CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR The next morning at breakfast, we heard terrible news. There had been another death. Another soldier from the Order. Madame Tomilov did not know the dead man’s name, however, and quickly sent one of the footmen to find out. I worried about Petya, whom I hadn’t spoken to in days. Dariya put a hand on my arm. “I am sure your brother is somewhere safe. Surely he is going after the killer right now.” That thought twisted my stomach even more. I tried to smile. “Most likely, you are right,” I agreed halfheartedly. I could not concentrate on my French or history lessons. I ran to the window every time I heard the clip-clop of horses approaching the front gate. Madame Orbellani was sympathetic, but Madame Metcherskey was not. “Katerina Alexandrovna, return to your seat at once. There are several students here that have family members in the Order. You are not the only one.” I looked around, shocked that I had not realized it earlier. Countess Orlova and Princess Troubetsky, both younger than I.
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