After a long day of brainstorming, organizing and evading unwanted attention, my aching legs managed to drag me up to the third floor.
My feet were sore from carrying me all over the pack house, as well as back and forth from the barn. I was looking through all the guest rooms for loose linens, spare clothing, and anything else that wouldn’t be missed if I’d taken it.
I wanted to complain about my boots, and how sore my feet were, but in all actuality, I’ve had worse. Much worse.
At least the shoes on my feet were still in one piece after a long day of work.
I managed to mostly stay in the pack house by speaking with the tier 3’s in the kitchens or while they cleaned rooms.
Dominic was getting annoyed at having to walk me from the house to the barn, and I didn’t want him asking t
