Chapter 216: A servants dilemma.
'That silent predator and that rustic girl are irritants enough. I won't add my own scheming sister to the list of pests he is forced to tolerate.'
She eventually reached the entrance to her private sanctuary, a heavy door of dark oak, intricately embellished with the Montgomery hawk. Victoria pressed both her palms against the cool, smooth wood, taking a final, steadying breath that did little to actually settle her nerves.
Then, she shoved it open.
She stepped inside and allowed the door to swing shut with a soft, definitive thud, sealing the outside world away.
she made her way to her bed before sitting down and taking off her foot wear. She straightened her mouthwatering long legs, cracking her aching toes which had been forced to walk all afternoon.
