Elsie POV The knock came at the worst possible moment. Elsie's head snapped toward the door, her heart lurching into her throat. Beside her, Zuri went rigid, her dark eyes wide with alarm. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting their tangled shadows across the walls, and the scent of their lovemaking still hung heavy in the air. "Who is it?" Zuri whispered, pulling the blanket up to her chin. Elsie pressed a finger to her lips and rose from the bed, grabbing the first garment she could find. It was a thin robe, meant for sleeping, not for receiving guests. She tied it hastily around her waist and crossed the room, her bare feet silent on the cold stone. She pressed her eye to the crack in the door. Malcom stood in the corridor, his sandy hair neatly combed, his coat immaculate. He was smiling, that eager, hopeful smile that made her stomach turn. Elsie opened the door just wide enough to block the view of the room behind her. "Malcom," she said, her voice flat. "What are you
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