#Chapter 246: The Doctor

Agnes “Where?” “By the east wall,” Elijah replied. “Older woman, gray hair in a bun, wearing a navy blue dress. James said her name is Dr. Rose.” I looked around and instantly spotted her—a petite woman who looked to be in her sixties, sipping from a flute of champagne and nodding politely as some man in an expensive suit droned on at her. She didn’t look like someone involved in a conspiracy to kidnap elementals. Then again, neither did my stepmother, and that bitch was apparently the mastermind of the whole operation. After exchanging one look of understanding, Elijah grabbed two glasses of red wine from a passing server’s tray and handed one to me. Then, with easy confidence, he began weaving through the crowd toward the doctor, making it look like we were simply mingling. I followed close beside him, my arm looped through his. As we approached, I caught snippets of her conversation—something about recent advancements in genetic research. Of cour