Sarah's POV
By evening, the tension coiled tighter. Dinner was served in the smaller dining room off the main hall, broth, steamed vegetables, and a slice of dry bread that tasted of ash.
Eleanor presided at the head of the long table. "You've been quiet today, Sarah. Too quiet. I hope you’re not using this time to plan something bad.”
I met her eyes steadily. "I'm resting, as Adrian asked. I'm too weak to do anything, so I'm having as much rest as I can."
She leaned forward. "Resting? I've been meaning to ask you… How did that boy know the location of this house?"
“Mother, please I'm not in the mood for all this,” I said. “Let's just stop fighting for once!”
“Shut up!” She snapped. “How dare you tell me what to do? This is my house? You are nothing but a mere contract. I see you ar
