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called away from her important guests.
“I don’t know you,” Agatha said flatly. She was glancing up at the man with the clipboard as if to say, Throw them out .
“My father, Didier Lambert, said to come to you should I require assistance,” Mirren told her.
Agatha’s gaze darted back. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Well, I know I didn’t mistake my father’s instructions,” Mirren said as kindly as she could. “He was very specific about you .”
Agatha flushed. Ego. “How do I know you’re who you say you are?” She glanced again toward Vincent. “And who is he again?”
Vincent grinned. “I’m Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father’s first.”
“Ex cuse me?” Agatha said.
Mirren swatted at Vincent. “Don’t mind him,” she told Agatha. “He quarreled with my father recently.” Almost tore his head off. “They don’t get along very well but have to make do for my sake.”
Agatha shook her head tightly, as if very uncomfortable. “This event is reserved for contributors only.”
Mirren was stalling, and she knew it. The time was now. She smiled at Agatha, saying, “My mistake,” and taking Vincent’s arm to turn away, dropped the illusion. Agatha would have only a glimpse of her nightmare eyes. That’s all she was going to get.
Vincent patted Mirren’s arm, going along with her. “He can’t say we didn’t try.”
“Wait,” Agatha said behind them.
Mirren turned back, appearing perfectly normal again. “Yes?”
Agatha stared at her eyes. “I—”
Mirren flapped her lashes at her a couple of times. “Are you going to help us or not?”
“Let’s go to bed instead,” Vincent said low. “If she were really as talented as your father said, she’d know what you are, if not who.”
Agatha twitched.
Mirren looked up at Vincent with her true eyes, giving Agatha another sideways vantage. “Give her a chance,” Mirren said. He flushed, looking down at her, but he didn’t push her away. Allies , he’d said. When she returned her gaze to Agatha, she was slow to replace her illusion. “Have you seen one of my kind before?”
Agatha swayed on her feet. “You’re—”
“—my father’s daughter,” Mirren finished. “And he said if I needed help I should come to you. I need help, so here I am.”
Agatha visibly gulped. She looked over her shoulder into the Roosevelt Room and then back at Mirren and Vincent. “Did he say what I should do for you?”
Mirren tilted her head. “You want to discuss it here, in this doorway?”
Behind Agatha, Mirren could see an older woman approach. Every step was taken with authority. Her gray gown had a tasteful hint of sparkle. “Agatha,” the woman said, “the bidding is about to begin.”
“I think I have to leave,” Agatha told her.
Senator Fleight’s gaze sharpened on Vincent, then gave Mirren a quick once over. “Surely not. I need you.”
“I have to attend to Ms. Lambert instead.”
“Lambert?” the senator repeated as if she doubted the name.
“I’ll fill you in later,” Agatha said to her mother without breaking her gaze from Mirren.
“What’s this about?” she demanded.
“The Sandman,” Vincent supplied. Mirren thought the mention was both dangerous and daring, but Steve Coll had emphasized how little time they had, so she chuckled briefly as if Vincent were misbehaving.
Agatha turned, wide-eyed, to her mother.
“Throw them out,” the senator said to the clipboard man since Agatha was beyond acting on it.
“No, Mother,” Agatha said. “This may be it.”
The senator gave a very small shrug, as if to say, It what?
“ Didier sent them to me.”
The senator looked back at Mirren. “Lambert, did you say?”
“My father.”
She inclined her head toward Agatha. “And you know this for certain.”
Agatha nodded. “It’s time. He needs me.”
Mirren restrained a groan.
“I don’t know you,” Agatha said flatly. She was glancing up at the man with the clipboard as if to say, Throw them out .
“My father, Didier Lambert, said to come to you should I require assistance,” Mirren told her.
Agatha’s gaze darted back. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Well, I know I didn’t mistake my father’s instructions,” Mirren said as kindly as she could. “He was very specific about you .”
Agatha flushed. Ego. “How do I know you’re who you say you are?” She glanced again toward Vincent. “And who is he again?”
Vincent grinned. “I’m Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father’s first.”
“Ex cuse me?” Agatha said.
Mirren swatted at Vincent. “Don’t mind him,” she told Agatha. “He quarreled with my father recently.” Almost tore his head off. “They don’t get along very well but have to make do for my sake.”
Agatha shook her head tightly, as if very uncomfortable. “This event is reserved for contributors only.”
Mirren was stalling, and she knew it. The time was now. She smiled at Agatha, saying, “My mistake,” and taking Vincent’s arm to turn away, dropped the illusion. Agatha would have only a glimpse of her nightmare eyes. That’s all she was going to get.
Vincent patted Mirren’s arm, going along with her. “He can’t say we didn’t try.”
“Wait,” Agatha said behind them.
Mirren turned back, appearing perfectly normal again. “Yes?”
Agatha stared at her eyes. “I—”
Mirren flapped her lashes at her a couple of times. “Are you going to help us or not?”
“Let’s go to bed instead,” Vincent said low. “If she were really as talented as your father said, she’d know what you are, if not who.”
Agatha twitched.
Mirren looked up at Vincent with her true eyes, giving Agatha another sideways vantage. “Give her a chance,” Mirren said. He flushed, looking down at her, but he didn’t push her away. Allies , he’d said. When she returned her gaze to Agatha, she was slow to replace her illusion. “Have you seen one of my kind before?”
Agatha swayed on her feet. “You’re—”
“—my father’s daughter,” Mirren finished. “And he said if I needed help I should come to you. I need help, so here I am.”
Agatha visibly gulped. She looked over her shoulder into the Roosevelt Room and then back at Mirren and Vincent. “Did he say what I should do for you?”
Mirren tilted her head. “You want to discuss it here, in this doorway?”
Behind Agatha, Mirren could see an older woman approach. Every step was taken with authority. Her gray gown had a tasteful hint of sparkle. “Agatha,” the woman said, “the bidding is about to begin.”
“I think I have to leave,” Agatha told her.
Senator Fleight’s gaze sharpened on Vincent, then gave Mirren a quick once over. “Surely not. I need you.”
“I have to attend to Ms. Lambert instead.”
“Lambert?” the senator repeated as if she doubted the name.
“I’ll fill you in later,” Agatha said to her mother without breaking her gaze from Mirren.
“What’s this about?” she demanded.
“The Sandman,” Vincent supplied. Mirren thought the mention was both dangerous and daring, but Steve Coll had emphasized how little time they had, so she chuckled briefly as if Vincent were misbehaving.
Agatha turned, wide-eyed, to her mother.
“Throw them out,” the senator said to the clipboard man since Agatha was beyond acting on it.
“No, Mother,” Agatha said. “This may be it.”
The senator gave a very small shrug, as if to say, It what?
“ Didier sent them to me.”
The senator looked back at Mirren. “Lambert, did you say?”
“My father.”
She inclined her head toward Agatha. “And you know this for certain.”
Agatha nodded. “It’s time. He needs me.”
Mirren restrained a groan.
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