Previous chapter:
Chapter 143: With her
Next chapter:
Chapter 145: You think she’s the bait
PREVIEW
... of the estate rarely used. The stone steps were worn, and the walls smelled faintly of dried herbs and damp ink. Liora followed in silence, her slippers whispering against the floor.
"I thought you hated secrets," Liora finally said, half-joking.
"I do," Beatrice replied, "but some truths are best given in smaller pieces."
They arrived at an arched doorway with an iron handle. Beatrice pushed it open to reveal a narrow room lit with oil lamps and an old wooden table at t ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE