“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.

.

it! And the boss’s

.

not to breathe a word to him,

It’s all my fault.

couldn’t protect my

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

mirrored his

she is at

cold and sharp as a honed blade,

ablaze with a resolve forged in the fires of shared

breeze whispered through the air, gently tugging at their figures as Winston skillfully guided

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

against Amelie, creating an intimate

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

hastened to offer slippers to Hannah as

dismissing the gesture with

Hannah, Joselyn’s

disdain, remarked, “Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers are to be changed in the

prompting curious gazes from

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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