Chapter 13 The Unholy Pact

The morning air was cold.

Leora didn't feel it.

She moved through the mansion like a ghost, silent and sharp-eyed. Every servant, every bodyguard, every guest that passed her in the hallway became a suspect. A threat. A thread in the web her father might have spun.

By the time the sun rose fully over the estate, she'd memorized the guard rotatio