“This whole act has been exhausting.”
Amelia withdrew her gaze and stood at the doorway, blocking everyone’s escape. Her voice was as lazy as ever.
“Alright, enough of the performance. Someone tell me—where’s the cellar key?”
Grace, who had been dragged here by Amelia, was now barely holding onto life.
Regret was written all over her face.
Old Cromwell scowled darkly, cursing at Amelia in a string of dialect.
She didn’t understand the words, but she wasn’t stupid. She grabbed the old man and yanked him forward.
“You should know.”
Seeing this, Ziggy snapped, lunging like a madman.
“YOU DARE TOUCH MY GRANDPA? I’LL KILL YOU!”
Amelia couldn’t be bothered to look at him. She’d hit whoever came at her—no exceptions.
“You even hit old people! You won’t die a good death!” Ziggy gasped b
