involves us.”
 
 Charles frowned thoughtfully. “There was a man I thought
 
 was watching us when we ran from the church. But he had a
 
 beard. It definitely wasn’t Alden, and it certainly wasn’t the
 
 woman you’ve described.”
 
 Minnie was delighted, which annoyed Thom as it was entirely
 
 the wrong reaction. “It could be a bigger conspiracy! But why did
 
 you break into Alden’s room?” She tapped distractedly on her leg,
 
 playing with something beneath the fabric of her dress.
 
 “We — Arthur and I — caught him stealing the key to
 
 your bedroom. We were trying to get it back.”
 
 Minnie’s delighted expression turned sour and flat. “I’ll tell
 
 my mother,” she said, standing, hand now clutching something
 
 through her skirt. “She’ll throw him out.”
 
 “There’s more.” Thomas’s tone drove her to sit back down.
 
 “Arthur wouldn’t answer my questions, but this group calls
 
 themselves the Ladon Vitae. And I think your friend knows all
 
 about them.”
 
 “Maybe he didn’t really know anything. Arthur never gives
 
 straight answers.”
 
 Thom cut her with a well-practiced look. “He said that
 
 unless Charles and I run away right now, we’ll be killed. And
 
 that we’ll probably be killed regardless.”
 
 Minnie shrank back. “He might have been joking?”
 
 “He wasn’t. Either he’s crazy, he’s involved with them, or he
 
 has information I need to keep my brother safe.”
 
 Minnie’s gaze darted to Charles and she softened. However
 
 she felt about Arthur, Thom could tell she cared about his
 
 brother, too.
 
 “How can we get him to answer questions?” Charles asked,