LOGINThe words echo around her head. Dead. She’s dead. She’s dead and it’s Iris’ fault. If she had just been a nanny to some other noble. If Viola hadn’t come back. If so much had been different. Tilda would still be here.Happily doing her crafts. Loving her daughter. Meeting grandkids someday.Tears dr
Cassian just grins and opens the door. Inside is like stepping into the past. There’s old, worn carpet that somehow still manages to have a bright, busy pattern visible, even through the obvious years of use.It’s not brightly lit. But it is well lit. And as Iris looks around, there are rows and row
Iris groans in frustration and throws her phone to the opposite end of the couch.“Hey, now. You just got that. Don’t go breaking it already.”Iris startles at Cassian’s snarky comment. She glares at him as he approaches the back of the couch. He’s grinning, clearly pleased at having startled her. H
Tilda keeps her distance while trying to flip their positions so she can get to the door.“How have you been dear?”Viola laughs. “Please, drop the act. I know you’re the little spy outside my door.”Tilda’s face goes through a myriad of emotions. “Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven
Tilda stares at the shattered vase for a moment, heart in her throat. She had only come back here to talk to Alpha Cedric and see if the rumors that Iris was still alive were true.When she saw Viola leaving Cedric’s office and saw that Cedric wasn’t there, she figured that the girl would know where
She could have someone come forward as one of the kidnappers. But that risks him being taken in and revealing the truth.With horror, she realizes she’s not going to be able to do this herself. She’s going to need help this time. And if Victoria has decided that she’s not worth helping, then there’s







