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“Shhh…” Ruby held a finger to her lips. “She’s sleeping.”
Fina hadn’t been inside her aunt’s bedroom for many years. But when she had been a child, it had been one of her favourite places to hide when they played sardines. It never occurred to any of the seekers that another child would have the nerve to enter her aunt’s room. She had been discovered once by her aunt, while she was hiding in a recess between the door and wardrobe. Lady Shillington had been so startled she hadn’t even had time to deliver a scolding before Fina dashed out of the room.
Now here she was, watching her aunt sleeping in a glorious four-poster bed, which was decorated with a brightly coloured quilt. Aunt Millie was definitely slumbering: a small snore, the kind Fina imagined a squirrel would make, escaped he
