Everyone had retired to their bedchambers as night fell.
Braelyn glanced at the small bottle in her hand before slipping it into her wardrobe. A satisfied smile touched her lips.
Everything was falling into place.
Meanwhile, Eva sat on her bed, staring at the locket in her palm. She pressed it against her chest and closed her eyes.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?"
There was no response.
"Sarah?"
A deliberate cough came from the other side.
"It's me," Lucas answered.
Eva opened the door. "Come in. I thought you'd retired for the night."
"I came to apologise for my behaviour earlier."
She nodded, accepting his apology.
"My dear wife, I hope you haven't allowed whatever your sister said to cloud your judgment."
Eva frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't trust her
