"Another intruder?" Amelia resounded, her voice laced with disbelief. The passionate moment with Victor, shattered by the servant's panicked cry, left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Victor's hand tightened around her arm, his earlier warmth replaced by a cold ruthlessness. "Stay here," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Before Amelia could protest, he strode past the trembling servant, his dark silhouette disappearing into the study. The urgency in his voice and the steely glint in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.
Despite Victor's order, curiosity gnawed at her. Who could this new intruder be? Was it another member of Richard's secret society—someone sent to silence him? Or was it something more sinister, a threat to her father's life?
The servant, his fear
