Annabel closed the door of her room, not sure about leaving it anymore. Iris strode down the familiar corridor and she rushed to follow, trying to copy at least some of her sister’s confidence. She was in her own home, alive and free of any oaths. She was in control, or at least she had some control. And most of all, Larson needed her. He needed her to tell him where the box and the artifacts were, and now that she knew Iris was involved, she was confident he wouldn’t lay a finger on her without making her sister his enemy. She had the upper hand for once.
They had reached the drawing room, as her mother liked to call it, which was just a fancier name for a living room. Iris walked in first, sending her an amused glance. Gritting her teeth, Annabel followed, immediately taken aback by the
