115 Chapter 115

The bedroom door was flung open with such force the dents in the wall increased.

"Was it you who ordered Chasens to stop lacing my morning coffee with brandy?"

"Excuse me? Leave us, Mrs. Ferret."

"Yes. Ma'am."

Splendor dismissed her rapidly shrinking scalp as quickly as she did the curtseying Mrs. Ferret. Not twenty-four hours in the place and already, if they were laid end to end on paper, the complaints would fill the building. The moaning would too.

The building? They would run from one end of the street to the other. And back again. After last night too. And with her hair like a bird's nest of knots and tangles on top of her head. Wherever Mrs. Ferret's skills lay, it wasn't in hairdressing. All that was needed was a few eggs stuck in it to complete things. Although really, Splendor was past thinking it mattered. A locked door was as good as a slammed one that way.