“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 for

Something will happen.

.

know it! And the

.

word to him, or my sister will

It’s all my fault.

protect

plays the family card like a trump, doesn’t she? Forgetting I, too, wear

A dangerous glint mirrored his

how adept she is at stopping

cold and sharp as a honed blade, sliced through the

Compton Manor,” she commanded, her eyes ablaze with a resolve forged in the

air, gently tugging at their

room, where Amelie

against Amelie, creating an intimate tableau in the well-lit

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

hastened to offer slippers to Hannah

coolly raised her hand, dismissing the gesture with a frosty

sight of Hannah, Joselyn’s

mixture of faux politeness and disdain, remarked, “Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers are to be changed in the room upon

prompting curious gazes

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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