“My guess seems accurate,” Hannah observed, her voice hardening Like cooling steel.

“Tell me, why did she punish you?”

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within their depths.

“You made it into the organization.

Joselyn must have assumed I helped you, tattled to the boss’s wife.

” He spat the words like bitter pills.

“She.

she.

He struggled to find the words, his hands knotted into fists.

“She used my sister as a warning, said the organization has a business deal coming up.

And she wants my sister.

wants her to be part of it!”

The air crackled with unspoken horror.

“She can’t,” Winston hissed, his voice murderous.

“My sister.

.

not equipped

Something will happen.

.

it! And the boss’s

.

to breathe a word to him, or

It’s all my fault.

protect my

like a trump, doesn’t she? Forgetting I, too,

mirrored his

adept she is at

voice, cold and sharp as a honed blade, sliced

her eyes ablaze with a resolve forged in the fires of

at their

glow of lights spilled from the living room, where Amelie had invited over a group of noble ladies for coffee and

creating an intimate tableau in the

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

detail, hastened to offer

her hand, dismissing the gesture with a

sight of Hannah, Joselyn’s radiant smile

and disdain, remarked, “Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers

room, prompting

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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