Ted coughed.
“Sunaria, that’s the name of your friend?” Marcus asked.
I nodded. “It’s my fault she’s in danger.”
“Delacroix’s the one to blame,” he said.
I managed to stand and then headed for the door.
“If we get out of here,” Marcus said, “I’m going to show you the London that I know. The street acts, poets and playwrights, and the artists. Have you ever been to Covent Garden?”
I checked the door and found it locked. “No, I’ve been a little busy lately.”
“I’m going to help you find your friend,” Marcus vowed.
The clanging of keys could be heard on the other side of the door.
I stepped back, ready to fight.
The door swung open, and Benjamin entered.
I looked at Marcus. “Do you know him?”
Marcus shook his head.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Benjamin blinked several times. “He told me he’d kill me if I didn’t do it.”
Marcus looked at me. “What did he do?”
“Where’s Delacroix?” I asked.
“He’s gone out,” Benjamin said.
“And he lets you just roam around?” I considered his shifty eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
“Have you seen Lilly?” Marcus asked.
Benjamin gave me a wary look.
I turned to Marcus. “I’ll carry you.”
“There’s no time.” Benjamin’s expression hardened.
I hesitated. “I’m not leaving without him.”
“Delacroix has Sunaria.” Benjamin avoided my gaze.
I stepped closer, wanting to believe him.
“I saw her.”
“Where?” I asked.
“Upstairs, in one of the bedrooms,” Benjamin said. “I couldn’t leave without telling you.”
“Is she guarded?” Marcus asked.
“No, but we don’t have much time.”