WILLOW
I was halfway through putting away the last of my belongings when I stopped and looked around my new room.
It was beautiful.
Spacious. Clean. Comfortable.
A far cry from the cramped room I’d shared with the other servant girls.
And yet, instead of feeling relieved, I felt uneasy.
My eyes drifted over the expensive furniture and the neatly made bed.
Was this really worth it?
Was a nicer room worth getting involved with Gamma Caleb?
I had a horrible feeling we were about to discover exactly what Lexie’s plan would cost us.
Only time would tell.
I had just finished putting away my clothes when a light knock sounded against my open bedroom door.
I looked up.
Lexie stood in the doorway.
“Are you done?”
I glanced around my room.
“Yep. All done.”
“Good.”
She stepped back.
