*Freya*
Back in the side hallway, I have landed on the floor in an undignified tangle. Someone has left the side door open, but no candles have been lit in the hallway. As a result, I did not see the doorway until I was right on top of it.
I don’t even try to stifle a groan as I slowly rise to my feet, twisting my neck and limbs to stretch out my aching joints. Absently rubbing my sore backside, I find myself fervently wishing that the Lindworthys had thought to lay down a carpet in the hall.
“You know,” I mutter, continuing the conversation I had begun with myself in the garden. “It’s fairly clear that Zac is a danger to your health, and you should endeavor to keep far away from him.”
“I heartily agree.”
I whirl around in shock and find myself facing an elegantly dressed, sandy-haire
