Chapter 44 Underneath It All
- Isabella’s POV
- The sunlight was weak as I slipped quietly through the corridors of the estate, my footsteps muffled by the thick wool rug that lined the hallways. The note from last night weighed heavy in my pocket, its cryptic message circling relentlessly in my mind: “Masks will fall. The truth is closer than you think.”
- Who had left it?