In the Wrong PlacePOV: Erwin (Mila)I was in the storage room when Marge called my name.“Erwin,” she said, standing by the door with her hands on her hips. “Drop that and come here.”I turned to her. “Yes, Marge?”“Take these linens to the west wing,” she said, handing me a folded stack. “They are needed in the guest quarters.”I frowned slightly. “The west wing?”“Yes,” she replied. “And don’t ask questions. Just go.”I nodded. “Alright.”I took the linens and stepped out. As I walked down the corridor, I felt uneasy, though I could not explain why. My chest felt tight. My steps slowed, then steadied. I told myself it was nothing.Just an errand. Nothing more.The west wing was quieter than the rest of the pack house. The walls felt colder. The halls were longer. Fewer servants moved around there but I kept my eyes forward and walked.Two guards passed me. One nodded and I returned it.When I reached the door I was meant to deliver to, I knocked.“Come in,” a maid said from inside
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