Chloe’s p.o.v.
The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and rain-soaked stone. The wind howled through the trees like a warning, but I refused to listen.
Dylan and I stood just beyond the castle grounds, hidden in the shadows of the forest, staring at the single point of entry that might get us inside undetected.
‘The old servants’ passage.’
I barely remembered it, but as a child, I had once overheard the kitchen maids whisper about a tunnel beneath the castle, an abandoned pathway servants used centuries ago to sneak supplies and secrets in and out of the castle.
It led directly into the lower west wing, a part of the castle that rarely saw visitors anymore. If we were lucky, it would still be unguarded.
But I know that luck has never really been on my side.
On the other
