Chapter 891 Behind The Door

• Aris
• I skid to a stop in the entrance of the kitchen. The fawn is still asleep, but a bowl of bread dough overflows, expanding over the kitchen counter. With a hiss, I search every room, ignoring the house trying to pull me in the direction of those ancient stairwells because… she better not have taken them down into the deepest levels of the castle. I told her to stay out of there.
• Fucking Posey. This woman will be the death of me.