The garden stretched far from the mansion, shielded by tall hedges and glowing lanterns; it was late. I moved quietly, avoiding the Blade guards. My heart raced—each step a risk—but I had to see Andrew.
The pathway led to a small cottage shed at its farthest corner. Polished and elegant, with white walls and a barn door. I quickened my pace, breath coming in soft gasps as I approached the building.
“Andrew?” I called softly, peering around the shed. My voice barely rose above the evening breeze, but there was no reply. My hands brushed the shed’s cool door handle. Then, out of nowhere, a hand shot out from behind the door and yanked me inside.
I barely had time to react as Andrew slammed the door shut with a soft click.
Inside, the shed was more spacious than it seemed from outside. T
