This Frank guy was a total creep.
I shot Vivian a glance, concerned. Dear uncle was threatening me in a not-so-subtle fashion - that much was obvious. He needed to go, and the sooner the better.
But I had no necklace to rely on anymore.
I cursed under my breath. It figured this would happen as soon as I surrendered my protection! I had the sudden urge to put on my necklace again, use it to tear this petty man and the four obnoxious women who accompanied into little tiny shreds. Unfortunately, all I had was words.
"You know, Frankie, speaking of knives," I said, "You realty ought to be more cautious than this. Ever since I've arrived here, this house has had a nasty knack for killing its inhabitants. Why don't you stay in a hotel nearby? It would be much safer. You see, every single person who has died here so far has been a complete snob, and you're the snobbiest person I've met since I inherited this fortune, so..." I shrugged, shooting him a look of mock concern, "If you like, we can set up some tents for you outside. I don't think the dirt will mind you."