Chapter 114 The Wicked Plans
- Back at the estate, Lizzy was humming softly to herself, sweeping dried petals away from the marble steps near the garden. A cool breeze fluttered the leaves, and the air smelled faintly of roses.
- Then—meow.
- A blur of white darted across the stone path. Lizzy turned sharply, her broom clattering against the edge of the fountain.