I suck in my breath and squeeze my eyes shut as I press myself against the wall, praying that Michael doesn’t notice me crouched down in the shadows of the dark corridor.
Maybe it would be better if I just leapt up out of my hiding place and walked into the kitchen before he finds me. Maybe I should come clean, and admit to them that I heard everything. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? If they’re having private conversations about ME, I think I have every right to know - even if it means sneaking around and eavesdropping.
But some instinct is telling me not to show my hand. I have no clue what they meant when they were talking about “a tear” and some “servants awakening” and everything else, but until I know more, I can’t let them know that I overheard them.
I keep my eyes cl
