Chapter 6
Mallory hugged her knees to her chest. Sitting on the bed in her private room, she rocked herself back and forth like a little girl.
Her auburn hair had fallen out of its ponytail again and fell forward to hide her face. She trembled and squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to convince herself it had all been a bad dream.
Jorge, the nice groundskeeper for the palatial estate, was dead. Torn apart, limb from limb, by an animal.
An animal.
For the tenth time, she got up and checked to make sure her door was locked before huddling back onto the bed again.
The world had turned insane.
She’d been here less than a week, working for the rich and eccentric Garnett Millieur. The money he was giving her was enough that she would have endured almost anything. Even becoming a nann
