Maybe there was a better way to go about this. It was too late now, though, and Noble didn't have any experience with telling someone about their accidental murder.

Because that's what this was, he realized: an accidental murder. Shit. From their previous interactions Miss Cartwright seemed fairly harmless, except for all the odd things that happened around her. For Merlin's sake, she had his coat folded over her arm. But this was still going to look very bad, because it was her mother. It would look bad for Noble, too. As if they had actually planned this, like they were meeting in secret, and now they killed her mother together.

They were going to have to come up with some other way out of this.

But first he was going to have to tell her.

"I think," Noble said, conscious of the weight of the body he was holding onto, "That your mother is dead."

Maybe not the most graceful way to tell her, but they did not have an abundance of time.

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