"In. No errors," he ordered.
Each nodded, face hidden, and they blended into the shadows that the night was reluctant to let go of as they inched deeper into the estate, following the halls in nearly ghostly silence. Each step toward where Ayla sat, unknowing, her mind was totally oblivious to the danger about to present itself from beyond her door.
Sophia sat in the drawing room, directly opposite Liam, watching the hands of the clock. They seemed to be in continual chase of one another as they revolved about the dial. Each tick shook her nerves like a blow with a hammer, yet her face was impervious, under control.
"You've been terribly preoccupied these days, dear. How's work?" Sophia managed a mild air, very missing from her words.
He turned with mild puzzlement and shrugg
