The Anonymous Miss Addams. Kasey Michaels

me prostrate before you, devastated by your eloquent, long-winded vehemence,” Pierre drawled, stifling a yawn.

      “Oh!” she exploded, jumping to her feet. “I can only hope I discover that I am a murderess, so I can kill you with a clear conscience!”

      Watching as she ran back toward the house, leaving one too-large shoe behind on the gravel path in her haste, Pierre raised his hand to absently stroke the small crescent-shaped scar that seemed to caress his left cheekbone. “Such a darling girl,” he mused aloud. “I believe I have been more than justly revenged on my loving father.”