len concentration in the garden outside your suite was too high-it could trigger her allergies and asthma. Mr. Alistair Beaumont had all the flowers removed. To further support the Fi

explanation rolled off her tongue with the ease of someone reci

ogical Beaumont daughter, and Cassie was the adopted one. The housekeeper's face remained placid, the model of profes

d inside, one with a round face, the other with delicate features. Both looked competent and sharp. They stoo

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to serve you,

to her when she first returned to the estate. She'd lost track of them after Remington. Thei

left. I'm sure they have families of their own now. Settled,

ifetime in service. Some of the tension in her shoulders e

who'd forgotten what a full meal looked like, finishing each portion in rapid bites. She frowned.

a, watching Chloe eat with alarming speed, ventured

to her meal. The food was fragrant, properly cooked, with real steak-not rat, not snake. The meat was tender and pink in the center, s

hing like a refugee. Rosa started to speak several times but held back. Her round face cycled through a series of e

a followed her in. "Miss, do you need assistance?" Steam rose from

Leave

sly, "Madam will punish us if she fin

ness radiating from that flat stare made both women's scalps prickl

lts from her final days at Remington. Some would never fade, silvery reminders carved into her dermis. She traced a particularly long scar along her ribcage with one fingertip, remembering the cold night it had been inflicted. If she hadn't been a