Chapter Eleven
Echo
Echo sighed as she tugged on an olive sundress she’d discovered in her seemingly bottomless wardrobe, wondering whose job it was to select and purchase her clothing. Somehow she couldn’t imagine Duverjay picking out dressed and panties and strappy sandals, perhaps because she’d only ever seen him in formal attire.
“No, Echo, you can’t help find your aunt,” she said, butchering Rhys’s accent with her mimicry. “Just let us do our job, Echo. Stay in the house, Echo.”
Echo sized herself up in the mirror, biting her lip. The dress clung to her body in all the right places, the neckline cut a little low to show off Echo’s cleavage. She’d picked out a pair of low wedge heels and pinned her hair up with a flower.
All part of her scheme to torment Rhys, who was being awkwar
