Part 16

It's pitch black when Celina reached another floor of the maids quarter and looked up with heart in her throat. It's deserted and quiet and peaceful. Only few windows were illuminated, colouring the snow in warm hues. The maid could hear her own pulse throbbing loudly in her ears, almost deafening. 

Her legs were cold and stiff as she took the slippery steps up to the first floor door, her breath a light cloud in front of her face, arms rigid by the side. 

‘What are you doing?’ She uttered to no one but herself, hands freezing in the air. Her knuckles almost clung to the icy wood of the door when she knocked, holding her breath. 

It didn't take nearly as long as Celina hoped for the door to be opened and she's standing face to face in front of Abel. The mai