Serena leaves me in the hallway with that tight-lipped expression, the kind that promises hell if I so much as breathe wrong. I give her the most innocent smile I can manage, then turn away before she notices the way my skin prickles.It’s not just her warning.It’s the west wing behind me.Silent. Cold. Sitting there like it’s holding its breath.I force myself to walk the other direction, following the maid who’s assigned to me. She keeps glancing over her shoulder like she expects me to bolt into the forbidden hallway the second she looks away.Honestly? She’s not wrong.But I’m soaked, my hair dripping onto the carpet, and every part of me just wants warmth and a locked door for five minutes.My temporary chamber is warm enough. Too neat, too clean, too . . .palace. I step inside and the maid bows so deeply her neck might snap before she scurries out, closing the door behind her.I peel off the wet clothes, drop them in a heap, and sink into the bath they left steaming for me. Hot
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