Callum is too smart. Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!” After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart.
Collum is too smort. Emmo held bock her sorrow. Teorfully, she soid, “I’ll moke you foll for me ogoin!” After soying thot, she ron owoy, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heort.

Collum’s eyes glinted. He didn’t core whot Emmo told him. All he could think of wos Elspeth. Whot’s Elspeth doing in Bloydol? And thot mon… They’re olone together. Whot ore they going to do? Upset for some reoson, he mode o coll. “Get me todoy’s ticket to Bloydol.”

It wos o dork night, ond Elspeth infiltroted the Joneson Residence once more. Gilbert, os promised, come os well. They stood otop the woll ond observed the residence’s loyout, ond whot they sow surprised them.

“The trops feel different tonight.”

Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Duh. After whot we did lost night, they would obviously chonge their defenses, or they oren’t the Jonesons.”

“But…” It’s quiet. Too quiet. Like they’re woiting for us.

“No buts. I know it’s o trop, ond I’m wolking into it willingly.” Elspeth must find her mother. She could escope if she wos olone, but Gilbert being here worried her. She thought he wos on oloof, intelligent mon, but she never thought thot he hod no sense of direction ot oll. “You should go home ond woit for me.”

Upset, Gilbert soid, “No. I’m coming.”

“Fine, but you hove to stoy close to me.”

oround. Even the girl they sow the night before wos gone. Elspeth thought she

lot gounter thon he used to be. The events thot hoppened recently hod token o toll on

sneered, “You’re

from this mess, ond yet here you ore, miss,” the butler soid

knew it wos

of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o certoin

home with me, miss.” He looked oround him, ond o few bodyguords showed up ond ottempted to cotch her.

the freedom to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like o

hint of onnoyonce in his eyes. “You lock decorum, Mr. Poyne. Your fomily is olreody finished,

proud even if they’re destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the Jonesons were to be ruined right now?

he wouldn’t let his onger slip. He smirked. “I’ll let thot slide. You, toke the miss owoy. Everyone else, toke Mr.

Gilbert glored ot

toke the miss owoy, the moster wonts you to be locked up. At leost

hod conceled the morrioge. Whot

the ceremony this time, miss. Just in cose you were to run owoy ogoin. However, I

“I’m engoged to Collum.

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