Mollie’s POV
The wet trail of dark blood on the floorboards led directly into my dark walk-in closet, sending a surge of sharp adrenaline straight through my veins. I wrapped my burned fingers around the heavy brass candle holder on my vanity table, keeping my steps light as I approached the open closet door.
"Come out into the light," I commanded softly, stepping into the dark doorway with my weapon raised. "Move slowly, or I will drop you right where you stand."
A tiny, trembling figure pressed herself deeper into the corner behind my dresses, letting out a sharp, frightened sob. I held the burning candle higher, revealing a young, wounded servant girl curled on the floor, her hands clutching a deep slice across her leg while my silver training daggers lay scattered in her lap.
"Plea
