"Otto!" Mirabelle gasped, her smile heard over the phone. She glanced back at the stairs before closing her bedroom door. "Of course I remember you." He asked what was going on and her eyebrows furrowed together. She ignored the initial suspicion that started to settle in, the nagging in her mind asking where exactly Otto had gone for the last five years? And why was he back now? "It appears that the Blackmoores are having issues with rogues," she answered. "They probably shed that blood looking for one of their missing members. You should come to the manor," she added quickly. "The streets aren't safe for a Blackmoore nor Kingston right now."