“We have to go back,” said Béatrice, checking behind them, eyes wide in panic. “We need to `find him!”
“Shh, dear,” said Ada, trying to calm her. “He’ll be fine if—”
“If what?” snapped Béatrice. “If he can make it to Perth without being caught? Why would you send him to Perth?” She glared at Maggie. “Why would you send him to Perth?”
Maggie was so focused on Liam’s pale face, her response was distant and dazed. “It was the only way,” she said. “The only way to—”
“If he dies because of you…” Béatrice said. “Because he was too foolish and too kind to just let you burn, I swear I’ll—”
“Béatrice, please,” said Ada. “If anyone can handle themselves on a night like tonight, it’s Mr Deschênes. You know that. I know you do.” She nodded in Liam’s direction. “Now let’s focus our efforts on those who need it most.”
This earned another snarl: “Why should I care about a dying Irishman?”