CHAPTER NINETEEN
Three heavy knocks jerked Etta awake. She'd fallen asleep in the tub and the water had long gone cold.
The persistent knocking grew louder.
It couldn't possibly be morning.
She stood, letting the water run from her body and stepped from the tub. A puddle formed at her feet. "One moment," she grumbled, lunging for a robe that hung on the end of her bed. She glanced out the window on her way by, noting the darkened sky and full moon still shining brightly.
Her footsteps quickened as she realized something urgent must have happened for someone to wake her at this hour. When she pulled open the door, her mouth fell open at the sight of Queen Catrine and Prince Tyson before her.
"Please," the dowager queen began. "Let us in before Alexandre's guards see us."
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