The evening was already quite chilly, but Damian's words made it even colder.
"Sssu— what... are you t-talking about?" Lady Victoria stuttered in a quiet voice while looking at Damian.
"What are you talking about?!" Williams asked in a panic, and Sir Evan's wide eyes moved from Damian to Tyra and back to Damian.
"Which... Susan?" Alicia asked and began to look around her again for any sight of Susan.
"WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" Alvin bellowed at Damian.
"I didn't kill Susan," Tyra said with a pout. "You saw me crying when she was found; why would I kill her and cry so much?"
"Isn't Susan that pretty wench that tailed you from the palace that night?" One of the Rogues beside her asked, looking up at her.
"Ah! The one Polo caught?" Another asked the first one.
