Sara’s POV
I walked back to my house. My shoes sounded loud on the pebbles. I lived round the corner, behind the packhouse. The moon was low and not bright, and I was tired in my head after going through this pack and all its chaos. I felt like going to sleep.
Then I saw her. My maid. She was outside my front door looking worried. Her hands were a bit shaky, too. I stopped walking and gave a big sigh.
I looked at her. “What is it?” I demanded. “So you want to quit? You don’t need to tell me, you know. Just follow your friends and do so.”
“No,” she said as I sighed, as I had little patience for liars.
“Then speak up before I lose my mind.”
She glanced down, then back up at me. “Miss Anna’s here to see you,” she said softly.
I froze for a second. “Anna?” I asked, my eyebrows pulling t
