Ivy’s POV
“Leon is taking me to speak with the maid again today,” I said softly, slipping my hand into his. “I have mixed feelings. I want answers, but I hate that we’re still surrounded by people we can’t trust.”
Leon glanced at me as we walked down the hall. “I feel the same way, Ivy.”
I nodded. “I keep thinking about the letter she brought us. Someone in this mansion is planning something, and we don’t know who.”
“We will find out,” Leon said. His voice was steady, but I could hear the anger behind it.
I took a deep breath as we stopped in front of a small door. The maid had been staying in one of the guest rooms, under quiet watch. She wasn’t a prisoner… but she wasn’t free to move around either.
Leon knocked once, then opened the door.
The maid stood quickly, her face pale. “A
