Amy’s POV
The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blooming lilies that circled the palace gardens. The place was quiet, almost too quiet for Amy’s restless mind.
She stood by the nursery window, her gaze drifting toward the dim outline of the palace walls. What that girl had said earlier kept echoing in her head, there’s a tunnel under the palace.
A tunnel? Amy couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She had lived here long enough with Mr. and Mrs. Blake to know every corner of this place. Every hallway, every forbidden door, every creaking staircase. Yet not once had she stumbled upon anything that even hinted at the existence of a secret tunnel.
She frowned as she poured warm water into the small bathtub for Zayn. The gentle steam rose, filling the air with the
