‘So glad you could make it.’
Her lips stretched over teeth, which barely moved. Gritted I guess. I set my own face to bland and ignored the edge of steel.
‘You remember Dan?’ I said.
‘Of course.’ Her lips smiled. Her eyes did not.
‘Good to see you again, Mrs Kamarovsky.’
‘Call me, Daphne,’ said mother and I exhaled. ‘Don’t frown so, Chloe, you’ll get lines.’ She squinted.
‘So you keep saying mother.’ I mirrored her look. ‘I could always get a lift,’ I muttered on a barely perceptible breath. No matter, they had already begun to move away towards Nicholas, who waited like a shark awaits the surfer. I took the opportunity to reassemble my wits. I hoped my blouse wasn’t moving, betraying my heartbeat which rushed blood to my head so swiftly it felt as if it were about to spin off. A pirouette of sound and vision momentarily deafened and blinded me; I floundered as Kamarovsky closed in.
‘Hello, Mr Kamarovsky, Chloe’s told me a lot about you.’
‘Indeed,’ said Nicholas, and I knew he smelled blood.
‘Oh god, oh god, we shouldn’t have come. Oh god.’ Regret danced in front of me. My lover and my lover face to face.