“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.

.

And the

.

me not to breathe a word

It’s all my fault.

protect

a trump, doesn’t she? Forgetting I, too, wear the organization’s cloak

dangerous glint mirrored his own in Hannah’s

adept she is at

sharp as a honed blade, sliced through

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

through the air, gently tugging at their figures as

where Amelie had invited over a group

against Amelie, creating an intimate

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

to offer slippers to

hand, dismissing the gesture with

sight of Hannah, Joselyn’s

“Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers are to be changed in the room

room, prompting curious

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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