Chapter 596
- Back at the formal Hargrove mansion, Amara crept through the servants’ entrance, her breath hitching in her throat.
- Her bare feet were caked in dried mud and pine needles, the hem of her silk dress reduced to a tattered rag.
- She moved with the twitchy, desperate energy of a cornered animal. She didn’t care that the rooms were empty or that the locks were scheduled to be changed.