EVELYN
There was one good thing about being a lowly maid in the palace: the days were filled with a million duties, leaving no time for self-pity or idle thoughts.
This had been a blessing before, especially when things between Cole and I were awful.
But now that I had become Leila’s personal maid, I was free from heavy labor and had too much time to dwell on my own worries.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about what the Beta’s younger sister had said yesterday regarding an escape plan.
What if consuming these certain herbs actually worked as Leila claimed they did in stories?
No heartbeat. No breathing.
What if Cole really believed I was dead and stopped searching for me? Would I be able to reunite with my family?
I had remembered Aiden had promised to help m
