Sarah’s POV.
Sarah paced the garden. Her heels creaked on the gravel path. The night was silent, her head wasn't.
Over and over she replayed what had happened in the last few days. Anger and envy gnawed at her heart and it made her tighten her fists.
She waited, tapping one impatient boot with her hand.
“Where is this guy?” She muttered in anger as she thought of smoking to pass the time but didn’t want any guard to trace her to this place.
She wanted to be alone.
She silently prayed that her plans had worked and she had won this round.
She couldn’t imagine that stupid woman ruining it again.
No. Not this time. The pros were to help her through this pain she was having.
After a few minutes, a form came from the shadows, fast but silent.
The man wore black, his face was masked by
