Rosalind glared daggers at me.Of course, it was Rosalind.She stood in the corridor, her hands folded in front of her, her expression reminding me of my foster mother. Disapproval of a woman who had been waiting for an opportunity and had just found one delivered to her door.“Eavesdropping,” she began. Not a question. Just the word, dropped like a stone.“I was walking past—”“You were standing outside the kitchen door listening to pack staff discuss private matters.” She tilted her head slightly. “You will come with me.”It wasn’t a request.Damon was in his study.I knew this because Rosalind walked me there, knocked once, and opened the door before he answered. This told me she was one of perhaps three people in Silvercrest who could do that without consequence.He was at his desk. Papers spread in front of him, a lamp burning at his elbow, the look of a man in the middle of something that required concentration and was not interested in being interrupted.He looked up.First a
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