“Once I knew Mimi was more scared than hurt I followed you. I should have run.” He leveled his gaze on her. “How are you healing?”
Agnes touched her side involuntarily. “Well enough. No wonder that dagger was famous. Cut straight though the muscle, but I’ll be fine, didn’t lose any organs, which I gather was a possibility. Leg nerves a bit damaged and the scar is quite nasty, but they say it will fade. It was the knot on my head that gave them fits in the hospital. Stitches I can handle, but MRIs every day for a week wore me out. I think they like the idea that they haven’t discovered the injury that will kill you, but they still might.”
Marie-Chantal was laughing as she entered the room, three adoring boys in tow. “Julien, I think we should go for that drive now. Daniel is waiting.” The boys were pulling on outdoor coats and gloves and Sybille Lüthi opened the door, her eyes drawn straight to the gleaming automobile in the drive.
“It was worth it in the end, I hope?” Vallotton said. “All the trouble we put you through?”
Agnes looked from him to her mother-in-law’s astounded expression and smiled. “Looks like it might be.�