Chapter 46—she felt the other girl’s hand in hers, pulling her forward, the dogs barking in the distance, snouts low to the ground, lifting their heads only once they sensed her presence.
“Please, mademoiselle, please, we must hurry,” came the voice at her side.
She turned, finding the other girl standing ahead on the gravel path, a handful of years older than her, hair so bleached that it was almost white, an expression of unparalleled urgency on her face.
She frowned, struggling to understand the situation, taking in the details of the girl before her, her maid’s uniform, her fraught expression, the way the moonlight alighted upon her hair and made it appear as if she wore a halo of sorts.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice trembling.
With force, she shook free of the ot
