Knox held out a sheet of paper. “She’s here for you.”
Gigi blinked, then took the paper, and sure enough, there her namewas—her given name. For a moment, all Gigi could think was that the last two people who had called herJulietwere Zella… and Calla.
“What do you mean she’s hereformy sister?” Savannah was less than pleased.
“The girl had knives on her,” Rohan replied. “Plural.” He stepped back to admire his work, which Gigi had to admit was… thorough.
Their guest, whoever she was, wasn’t going anywhere.
“Knives,” Gigi repeated. “Of the friendly and playful sort?”
“Who is she?” Savannah demanded.
“No idea.” Knox took the paper back from Gigi and handed it to Brady. “Who isshe?” he asked, nodding at the regal-looking woman in the image—theartwork.
“That,” Brady said, looking up from the sheet, “is Saint Adelaide.”
“Who among us does not recognize medieval saints on sight?” Gigi said in her most philosophical tone.
“There’s a statue of her in town,” Brady replied. He glanced at Knox. “In front of the Musée.”
“Saint Adelaide,” Gigi said, her eyes widening with understanding. “As in St. Adelaide Parish. Someone sent herhere.”
“Someone sent a knife-wielding psycho afteryou.” Knox was clearly feeling a little testy about that.
“What if that flower last nightwasn’tCalla’s doing?” Brady said suddenly, crouching next to their captive, studying her intently. “What if it was hers?”
“What if she’s…” Gigi swallowed. “Whatever Calla is—or was.”
This girl wasn’t wearing a cloak, red or otherwise, but Gigi couldn’t help remembering that the Woman in Red had asked her if she knew the significance of the numberthree.
“Let me talk to her,” Gigi blurted out. “When our guest wakes up, let me have first stab at her.” Gigi paused. “Metaphorically.”
Not one person in the room jumped on that.
“I’ll have you all know that I’m an excellent interrogator,” Gigi insisted. “People tell me all kinds of things.” She folded her arms over her chest and leveled a gaze at Knox. “Things they don’t want to tell me,things they don’t want to tell anyone, but I just keep talking and talking until they break. Also: smiling. Lots of smiling. And nicknames.”
“Consider me convinced, little Gigi,” Rohan said.
“I’m onlylittle,” Gigi retorted, “compared to people whose torsos and also legs are much, much longer than mine.”
“Rohan.” Savannah’s eyes drilled into his. “You promised.”
“I promised not to use your sister asbait, love, and now, we may well have another option on that front.” Rohan stared down at the unknown entity in their midst. “Let’s see how this plays out, shall we?”
Chapter 20
GIGI
The girl was waking up. Gigi valiantly resisted the urge to scoot forward, because she’d promised Savannah and Knox that she would keep her back to the wall closest to the door and farthest from their new friend, who looked to be maybe a year younger than Grayson—not all that much older that Gigi herself.
“Hi!” Gigi accented the word with a little wave.
The girl sat up seemingly effortlessly, despite her bindings. Her head stayed aimed down, but brown eyes lifted slowly to meet Gigi’s. The girl said nothing. Gigi waved again. And waited. And waited some more.
“The strong and silent type,” Gigi said sagely. “I know it well. I’m Juliet Grayson, but you can call me Gigi. Everyone does. I kind of think you were looking for me? And you’re in luck, because here I am!”
There wasn’t so much as a flicker in those brown eyes.
