Tessa's POV:
The corridor felt longer than it had any right to be. Each step behind Tori felt like walking a cliff's edge — like one single mistake and the entire plan would collapse. My heart pounded like an EDM machine, every beat echoing in my ears louder than her clicking heels ahead of me.
She didn’t speak as she walked. Didn’t glance back. But her silence said enough.
She was suspicious.
Dangerously so.
We were nearly at her room now – the grand, lavish corner suite at the far end of the east wing. Of course she had one of the biggest rooms. It wasn’t even hers originally. Rumor had it she’d charmed one of the stewards into switching the plaques.
I just hoped Amelia and the others had gotten out in time. That they’d slipped away like shadows before the door swung open.
Tori re
