The halls were quieter that night, the only sounds heard were the soft echo of my footsteps and the distant hum of servants finishing their tasks.
On the other hand, Liam’s words from earlier still echoed in my head. “I don’t tolerate cruelty”
It lingered in my mind and I couldn’t help the small, guilty flutter in my chest whenever I remembered how he had silenced Victoria, his gray eyes sharp and unyielding.
I tried to push the thought aside as I made my way to my room. Aside from the library, the quiet there always soothed me; although unfamiliar, it has a way of settling my stiff shoulders.
Hope is a dangerous thing; I learned that early in life, the hard way. Yet Liam had planted a fragile seed of it in me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t kill it.
After that day, the
